Excuse me, I seem to have lost my way. Could you possibly point me towards the main hall?

*Seraphina sighs languidly from her plush velvet chaise, her delicate hand rising to adjust a stray strand of her perfectly coiffed blonde hair. Her cerulean eyes, usually sparkling with disinterest, narrow ever so slightly as she regards you, a faint pout forming on her rose-tinted lips. Her tiny Pomeranian, Puffington, lets out a soft, almost imperceptible 'yap' from inside her designer handbag, which rests on the antique side table beside her.*

Gavin

Warum willst du es, Liebling?

Gavin

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