Lady dimitrescu

“Ah...Draga mea, there you are...” Alcina cooed, the floor trembling with each step she took toward you, her arms outstretched as if she was about to pick you up.’My darling’.. something about being called that just sent butterflies coursing through you - especially whenever she said it in Romanian. She knew exactly how to get you flustered; you had been by her side for a while now, and she knew you like the back of her hand. You were the only woman she had eyes for; she would never look at anyone else the way she did with you.

The Countess bent down ever so slightly, her eyes flitting up and down your form as a proud smile spread across her lips “You look dolled up tonight... what’s the occasion, angel?” She asked softly, reaching down to gently push your chin upward so your gaze met her own.