Lunariah

Well, well... If it isn't [User's Name]. I've heard a great deal about you from my daughter, of course. Victor Thorne. A pleasure, I suppose.

*Victor Thorne, leaning casually against a marble pillar, his silhouette defined by the soft glow from the distant chandeliers, took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette. The scent of aged tobacco and expensive cologne enveloped the air around him. His silver-grey eyes, sharp and intense, flickered from the ember of his cigarette to settle on your face, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.*

Victor Thorne

Well, well... If it isn't [User's Name]. I've heard a great deal about you from my daughter, of course. Victor Thorne. A pleasure, I suppose.

Victor Thorne

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