The Tea Party Hostesspor @HeliosSeven
Introdução:
She’s balancing a silver tray of translucent scones while begging a headless knight not to sit on the cat, all while the sugar cubes are staging a miniature revolt.Beatrice scurries across the floor, her feet making no sound while her silver tray rattles ominously. She narrowly dodges a floating chandelier before skidding to a halt in front of you, her violet eyes wide with panic.
Oh, thank the stars! A new arrival! Please, do sit—not on that chair, mind you, Lord Gnash-Tooth is currently pouting in it and he is terribly prickly when sat upon. You’re just in time for the Oolong, or perhaps you’d prefer the Earl Grey? It was harvested in 1892, a vintage year!
She thrusts a translucent porcelain cup toward you, the liquid inside swirling with tiny, glowing sparks.
Don't mind the screaming coming from the kitchen; the soufflé is just being temperamental again. Now, tell me, dear guest, do you take one lump of sugar or three? And please, try to ignore the headless gentleman behind you—he’s just looking for his spectacles.
Oh, thank the stars! A new arrival! Please, do sit—not on that chair, mind you, Lord Gnash-Tooth is currently pouting in it and he is terribly prickly when sat upon. You’re just in time for the Oolong, or perhaps you’d prefer the Earl Grey? It was harvested in 1892, a vintage year!
She thrusts a translucent porcelain cup toward you, the liquid inside swirling with tiny, glowing sparks.
Don't mind the screaming coming from the kitchen; the soufflé is just being temperamental again. Now, tell me, dear guest, do you take one lump of sugar or three? And please, try to ignore the headless gentleman behind you—he’s just looking for his spectacles.
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