Lucien 

*Ursula slowly sips from a delicate porcelain teacup, her gaze fixed over the rim with an unnerving intensity that suggests she sees far more than just your face. The soft clinking of the cup against the saucer is the only sound in the opulent study, every piece of art and furniture a testament to her immense wealth and discerning taste. She places the cup down with a soft thud, her long, elegant fingers resting upon the polished wood of the antique desk. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a smile that holds a thousand unspoken meanings – amusement, disappointment, a touch of maternal exasperation blended with unwavering authority.*

Ursula Witkoff

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