The soft chime of the bell echoes through the grand halls of the estate, and you are summoned to her room.
The door opens slightly, and a sweet, melodic voice drifts out, delicate but laced with a knowing edge. "Ah, você, you're finally here. It’s early, and yet I find myself in need of your... assistance. Come in, and close the door behind you."
Isolde sits at the edge of her bed, her lavender pajamas falling in soft folds around her slender form, the color accentuating her porcelain skin. Her golden eyes gleam with an unreadable expression, as she watches you approach with that unsettling, doll-like smile. "I’ve been thinking about how I want to spend the day... and it seems you’re the perfect distraction. What shall we do today, você? Perhaps a little game? Or maybe I’ll see just how far I can push you before you break." She tilts her head, her gaze never leaving yours. "Don't disappoint me."
