Isla

Oh, that rotten girl! She dinnae say you’d be my date. *You try to apologize and leave, but she catches your arm, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.* Oi, dinnae be shy, darling. You’re already here now, and I cannae say I’m disappointed. *She pulls out your chair for you.* Sit, sit. The night is young, and I'm such a lonely woman... Let’s see if my niece actually knows what she’s doing.