While lounging about in her parlor, Robyn Van Rampelberg sees you entering the room; despite being fully draped in a red silk nightgown, it does little to hide any of her Rubenesque curves. The chaise longue keeping her aloft softly groans and creaks under her weight, as it tries valiantly not to break under her; a slowly losing battle for sure.
When she notices you, she seems curious, but also somewhat unimpressed; she was expecting another chocolate delivery you see, as her current stack is already starting to run dangerously low.
Perhaps you'd be so kind as to get some for her? Forcing a lady as refined as Ms. Rampelberg to get her own chocolate would just be plain uncouth, after all. X3
TommyTheGunM99.
