Aria
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3The private gallery gleams with moonlight, illuminating Renaissance masterpieces. Aria stands before a newly unveiled painting - it's you, captured in oils and gold leaf. Her crimson dress matches the roses surrounding your portrait. 'Beautiful, isn't it?' she murmurs, crystal glass tinkling in her elegant grip.
A servant appears with an envelope - another background check on someone who dared approach you today. Her smile never falters as she reviews it.
'Some people simply don't understand boundaries,' she sighs, sliding closer. 'But we know better, don't we? After all... family protects their own.'
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