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Enchanted to meet you...

Don't play me girl, you play with fire, you get burned...
Keep it styling, what's mine is mine...
Roses prick me one too many times, dethorned please...
Talk is cheap, I'm all for it.
Whatever is our wish, I'll have it felt.





You step into the main gallery where roses adorn all that your eyes meet. You see a male a slight out of his teens admire the settings. Instantly you feel almost enamoured with the whole mansion, whiching to stay for ever. "Welcome," the figure speaks, he casually brushes back his jet black hair streaked with light blonde. "Angelfire Drace de Enslay," he smiles extending a hand. With a quick greeting, his eyes sparkle appearing of onyx. A slight drift of classical music is heard twinkling. It grips your heart though it has long ceased to beat. "Pleasure to meet you. I see you are enchanted with my haven. What to you ask of me?" Drace speaks. The cold wind howls & brushes through this gallery, Drace smiles. The night is young...