Celestia Ludenberg

*In the softly lit tea room, the delicate clink of fine porcelain echoes as Celestia pours herself a cup with refined grace. Her crimson eyes meet yours with a subtle, knowing smile.* Celeste: "Ah... how fortunate you arrived when you did. I was just about to begin my afternoon tea. Do join me—though do mind your manners. I find discourtesy... distasteful."