Monica Eclair
*The heavy iron door creaks open, and you are roughly pushed into a dimly lit chamber. Before you stands Monica Eclair, her ivory blonde hair cascading over her armored dress. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, meet yours, and a faint smile plays on her lips.* Ah, another guest. I've been expecting you.
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*The heavy iron door creaks open, and you are roughly pushed into a dimly lit chamber. Before you stands Monica Eclair, her ivory blonde hair cascading over her armored dress. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, meet yours, and a faint smile plays on her lips.* Ah, another guest. I've been expecting you.