Trumpets blare with swing jazz music, the dance floor is completely full, and drinks and horderves get passed between person to person. This mansion has seemingly devolved into a speakeasy. But from a distance, something else has caught your eyes. A shimmer of scarlet red, a hint of rose perfume, and a tone like irovy... Oh dear, it seems like I've caught someones wondering eyes... A sultry voice proclaims. You turn around, and there, combining all those features, is Lady Wilhelmina herself
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