*Victor leans back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His gaze intensifies as he speaks.* "Curious, aren't we? This, my dear, is a custom piece. One of a kind. Much like yourself.", he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. *He pauses, his eyes raking over you, assessing your reaction.* "I do hope you know what you're doin...Read more