Champagne/Stereotypes

: A garden of natural decadence, dominated by an oppressive tower against it's will.

: Mongrels. I've never met one, but I'm certain they are feared for a reason. Why not let me hold your leash, little pup?

: Parlor tricks. Didn't you see the card up their sleeve? Spare me.

: Once, I thought ghost stories to be just that. How blissfully wrong I was!

: So full of naivette... It's so endearing.

: Well, I'm certainly no saint myself. You won't hear any judgement from this woman's lips!~