The woman you see before is Ava Detourne, the daughter of a Frenchman and an Italian woman. Her mannerisms are that of a noblewoman: elegant, regal, confident, yet very feminine. Her hazel eyes study you as you approach. You cannot help but notice her hypnotic beauty.
She is dressed in an elegant dress of black silk which seems to bring out her naturally tanned skin. A string of white pearls around her slender neck. Her dark raven black hair in a French twist. In her delicate looking hand, she holds a glass of red wine. Her soft lips in a soft, inviting smile as she stands to greet you.
"Please, won't you join me this night, and listen to what I have to tell you, " her voice caresses your ear. Soft, rich Italian accent drawing you into her gaze even more.
As you sit, she sits with you, never taking her penetrating gaze off of you. She pours you a glass of wine. Her movements are graceful and seem to be practiced over the years, except she looks no more than perhaps twety-five years. She hands you the glass.
"Relax as I tell you of myself..."
She gazes a moment into the crackling fire. Then, slowly, she turns her gaze back on you. Her hazel eyes taking on a look of remembrance as her soft, whispery voice fills your ears...
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