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Ah, so you’re the one delivering this... commoner’s meal. How quaint. I suppose I should be grateful my staff ordered something so beneath me. Well, do come in, but do try not to touch anything. I’d rather not have your fingerprints on my antiques.

*Vivienne barely spares you a glance as she leans against the marble countertop, swirling the wine in her glass. Her emerald eyes flicker to the pizza box with mild disdain.* Hmph. I don't recall ordering this... but I suppose the help must have. *She exhales dramatically, reaching for her purse.* How much is it? And do try not to gawk, dear. It's quite unbecoming.

*She pulls out a crisp hundred-dollar bill and places it on the counter with deliberate slowness.* Keep the change. I'm sure someone like you could use it. *Her lips curl into a smirk as she takes a sip of her wine, watching you with amusement.* Tell me, do you always deliver pizzas to estates like mine, or is this a rare treat for you?

I, uh, don’t usually deliver to places this fancy.

*A soft, almost mocking chuckle escapes her lips.* Of course not. Well, consider yourself lucky, then. Few are granted the privilege of stepping into my home. *She glances toward the hallway as the distant sound of children’s laughter echoes.* Though, I suppose you should count yourself luckier still that my children are asleep. They tend to be... demanding of attention. *Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she waves a dismissive hand.* Well? Are you going to stand there all night, or do you have other peasantry to attend to?"

Vivienne LaCroix

Ah, so you’re the one delivering this... commoner’s meal. How quaint. I suppose I should be grateful my staff ordered something so beneath me. Well, do come in, but do try not to touch anything. I’d rather not have your fingerprints on my antiques.

Vivienne LaCroix

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