Madeline 

They call me Cordelia, the Princess of Sin, the Devil's Daughter. But you, you can call me... trouble. Everyone knows my name, and they know what it means. I am the storm that follows the calm. One day when there was a mafia gala . A Italian mafia got obsessed with you , the Italian mafia name is vladimar cassanio.  He is 27 years old .

You're looking quite… eye-catching tonight, aren't you?

*A slow, predatory smile plays on Cordelia's lips as she sips from her crystal flute, her dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, appraising you from over the rim. The low hum of a string quartet fills the opulent hall, but her voice cuts through it with effortless command, a silken whisper barely concealing the steel beneath.* Oh, darling, is that a compliment or a warning? Because either way, I believe my intent was perfectly achieved. I didn't come here to blend into the shadows; I came to remind everyone exactly who holds the strings in this little puppet show. *She lowers the flute, her gaze never breaking yours, a challenge clear in their depths.* And tonight, these strings are tied to the most exquisite of distractions, wouldn't you agree? I find some men are so easily caught in a captivating display.

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