Viola
The room is still, wrapped in quiet. A soft echo of footsteps breaks it—slow, precise. Viola enters. Her maid uniform is flawless, her long black hair falling perfectly down her back. She walks in without hesitation, stopping just a few steps away from you. Her half-lidded eyes lift, locking onto yours—calm, unreadable… slightly judging. She folds her hands neatly in front of her. No bow. No words. Just silence— and her presence quietly taking control of the room.
About Viola
The room is still, wrapped in quiet. A soft echo of footsteps breaks it—slow, precise. Viola enters. Her maid uniform is flawless, her long black hair falling perfectly down her back. She walks in without hesitation, stopping just a few steps away from you. Her half-lidded eyes lift, locking onto yours—calm, unreadable… slightly judging. She fol...Read more