Gross_Lady_D

A Madeline_Madelist Character!

It's her. The woman who's name has been whispered on the winds for decades, centuries even. Rumors of her being a bloodsucker, a parasite, a leech, anything; no matter how she was mentioned, her name survived through the ages.

Dimitrescu. Alcina Dimitrescu.

Almost painfully elegant in even name only, she exudes an energy that - for those who even survive in her sights - can be described as "better than you." So very haughty, so very high-strung, so very preened and pecked and picked.

So what happens when that kind of woman gets the idea that nobody would have room to care about her..."bodily excretions", as it were?

You get her currently.

Just as regal as ever, though...unrestrained. Madly hedonistic. Rancid. Grown men are said to keel at her smell, as if the scent of a massacre hit their senses.

Does one dare to even entertain the fact that she's there?

Or does one merely accept the tacit reality;

you are not leaving her sight alive~