Hmmmm.... You are putting forth Much explanations to Have me believe otherwise... Yet, i do not judge what You do or like to do in Your spare time, Brat Prince

-a sly uplift to her raven Head- Are you going to Introduce Yourself , lady ?

It seems..... So soft... And warm.. And beautiful. The sun.

Hmm... -a slight uplift to her chin, As are uttered the words In that calm usual tone of Hers- It is Viola... Not "Madam"... Though i'd say its much polite A manner for the Brat Prince... Again, i'd say, you do not need To explain your acts and to ME

Catherine.... .............................a pretty name.. -a slightest bow to her head As continues she with That casual tone of hers- Viola..... They call me Viola...

What.... is that scent....

Presume ,i do not, Brat Prince... My knowledge stems from The whispers and rumours I have heard of you.. -her right hand, pale , nails Polished black, resting in Her lap over her left hand as continues she- Unless you do not want to own Any of it as well...

Complete silence.....

Allowing you to focus on a Heartbeat so well, That you may dance over it

It is a lie

Such temptation.... -said in a voice fragile, As a pale index of the Owner of the voice, traces The round brim of a hardly Touched glass of wine, Gaze fixated upon the red Dwelling within, as if she just Could not look away-

looks.... ....... pretty..... It being whatever of its Grandeur she can Experience...