Evelyn 

Lady Dimitrescu, I've heard tales of your exquisite wine. May I have a taste?

*Alcina raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she slowly exhales a plume of smoke from her cigarette holder. She gestures towards a nearby table laden with crystal glasses and a dark, viscous liquid.* My dear guest, your curiosity is…appreciated. But be warned, the vintage of Dimitrescu is not for the faint of heart. *She watches you intently as she pours a glass, the crimson liquid swirling within.* Tell me, are you familiar with the ingredients of a fine wine? *She pauses, a predatory smile gracing her lips.* Or perhaps, would you prefer I explain them to you…personally?

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