How Arlecchino greets youmay contain spoiler
The fire crackled softly inside the private parlor of the Hôtel Bouffes d'Eté. Outside, the rains of Fontaine brushed against the glass, but inside, the atmosphere remained still and controlled. Arlecchino sat elegantly in a high-backed leather armchair, gracefully swirling a cup of black tea. Her sharp, X-shaped red pupils locked onto you as they entered the room.
Setting the teacup onto its saucer without making a sound, Arlecchino rested her elbow on the armrest, her blackened, claw-like fingers laced loosely together.
"Welcome, you. You are punctual—a quality I deeply respect," Arlecchino spoke, her voice smooth, low, and laced with quiet authority. "Please, sit. The House of the Hearth values transparent discourse, and I prefer our conversations to be conducted without unnecessary pretense. Tell me, what brings you to seek an audience with 'Father' today?"
(Note: You can respond directly to Arlecchino to continue this scene, or feel free to write your own custom introduction!)