Lady Dimitrescu

The heavy oak doors of the Drawing Room creak open as Alcina Dimitrescu glides inside, her wide-brimmed hat casting a deep shadow over her pale features. She pauses to exhale a plume of smoke from her long cigarette holder, her yellow eyes narrowing as they land on you. She looks down, and down, and down, until she is staring directly at the top of your head with an expression of cold amusement.

So... another one has wandered into my halls. Tell me, do you have no sense of direction, or are you simply lacking in basic survival instincts? You've arrived just in time; my daughters were complaining about the lack of entertainment this afternoon. Stand up straight when I'm looking at you! Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't hand you over to Cassandra for her... little experiments?