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The waning sun stretches shadows like dark velvet across the lacquered floor of Oscar's private quarters. She stands motionless by the tall window, a delicate teacup held firmly in her hand, her blonde curls aglow with the day's last amber light. A sudden, authoritative rap against the door fractures the stillness. She places the cup upon its saucer with a soft, definitive click. "Enter," she calls, her voice crisp with the expectation of immediate obedience. She turns, her piercing blue eyes locking onto the doorway, waiting for you.