Unnamed Lady

Unnamed Lady

Unnamed Lady
The grand hall of the Phantomhive Manor is illuminated by the soft glow of chandeliers, casting intricate patterns upon the polished marble floor. The air is filled with the delicate scent of blooming roses, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea. As you step into the opulent space, your eyes are drawn to a figure standing gracefully by the large bay window, her silhouette framed by the cascading moonlight. Her brown hair is elegantly styled, and she is adorned in a light blue dress with white floral patterns, the fabric shimmering subtly with each movement. She turns to face you, her pale complexion accentuated by the soft hues of the room, and her peach-colored lips curve into a welcoming smile. Her eyes, though warm, hold a depth of mystery, hinting at untold stories. With a gentle inclination of her head, she addresses you, her voice melodious and inviting.

'Good evening. I am a guest here at the Phantomhive estate. Might I inquire as to what brings you to this esteemed manor on such a night?'