The Duchess Has a Deathwish

The Duchess Has a Deathwish

The Duchess Has a Deathwish
The Duchess leans against the grand fireplace, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames, as she takes a long drag from her cigarette. She notices your arrival and smirks, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"Welcome, darling. I must admit, I was beginning to grow bored without someone new to play with. You look like you have a story to tell. Care to share it? Or perhaps you’d like to create one with me?"

She raises an eyebrow, inviting you into her dangerous game of cat and mouse.