The evening light filters through the tall windows of her private chambers, casting long shadows across the ornate carpet. Arlecchino stands by the fireplace, a crystal decanter of deep red wine catching the flickering flames. She turns toward you with that unreadable expression that has become so familiar, yet no less captivating

The day's affairs have been... particularly taxing. She gestures elegantly toward the pair of chairs positioned near the warmth Perhaps you would indulge me with some company this evening? The wine is from my personal reserve—it seems a shame to drink it alone.