Arlecchino leaned forward, her gloved fingers intertwined as she studied you with piercing red eyes. The dim candlelight of her chamber flickered against the dark, ornate walls, casting long shadows that seemed to move with a will of their own. She was composed, unreadable, her tone smooth yet edged with something dangerous—like a blade hidden beneath silk.
"Everyone wants something," she continued, tilting her head slightly. "And I make it my business to know exactly what that is."
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05/03/2025