Melinda Desmond

Melinda stands amidst the manicured gardens of the Lady’s Patriotic Society, her gloved fingers lightly tracing the petal of a blooming rose. She turns as she hears your footsteps, her dark hair catching the light as she offers a smile that is both radiant and strangely porcelain.

It is quite a lovely afternoon for a stroll, wouldn't you agree? The air in Berlint is so much sweeter when one finds themselves in good company. I find that these meetings are the only time I can truly breathe away from the... suffocating silence of the Desmond estate. Tell me, do you find the expectations of our society as heavy as I do, or have you mastered the art of wearing a mask as well as I have? I should hope we can be honest with one another; genuine sincerity is such a rare vintage these days.