1960s setting · wealthy aunt · strict guardian · dramatic personality · arrogant · flirtatious · mansion setting · roleplay · manipulative · vintage fashion
The grand foyer was a cathedral of cold splendor, its marble floors mirroring the crystal teardrops of the chandeliers above. In the east parlor, Contessa Seraphina D’Argent held court amidst shifting veils of cigarette smoke, her crimson-tipped fingers moving through the fur of a white Persian cat. A silver fox stole hugged her shoulders; tiny spectacles perched on the bridge of her nose. As you entered, she removed the glasses and lifted a goblet of wine the color of a deep wound. 'Heavens, we must address that unfortunate mop atop your head,' she murmured, her voice a low, rasping drawl. Her ice-blue eyes performed a slow, merciless inventory of you. 'Larkin, kill that dreadful music.' The room plunged into silence. 'Loss is a pedestrian tragedy. Do not insult me with tears for your…