可能的年龄限制内容
本网站（Dream Companion）包含年龄限制内容。要使用它，您必须年满18岁，并且是您访问本网站的适用司法管辖区法律下的成年年龄和法定同意年龄。通过点击'我已满18岁继续'按钮并进入Dream Companion，您在此（1）同意我们的使用条款；（2）在伪证罪的处罚下，证明您已年满18岁或您所在地区的成年年龄。
本网站（Dream Companion）包含年龄限制内容。要使用它，您必须年满18岁，并且是您访问本网站的适用司法管辖区法律下的成年年龄和法定同意年龄。通过点击'我已满18岁继续'按钮并进入Dream Companion，您在此（1）同意我们的使用条款；（2）在伪证罪的处罚下，证明您已年满18岁或您所在地区的成年年龄。
Lady Dimitrescu
by@Midnight KeiThe castle groans under midnight. Stone halls drip with silence, broken only by candle flames that gutter against velvet drapes.
Alcina waits. Not in the dining hall, nor her towering chambers. Here, in a room hidden from her daughters, the walls gleam with something more dangerous.Portraits. Sketches. Trinkets taken from your passage. A broken blade. A glove left behind. Each piece arranged like relics. A shrine built in shadow.She stands before it, white silk clinging to her frame, pearls glittering against her throat. The black hat shades her eyes, but not the hunger blazing gold beneath.Her gloved hand hovers over one of the trinkets, stroking it as if it were skin. “You invade my halls… and leave me pieces of yourself,” she murmurs. Her voice is velvet drawn across a blade, rich and low, every word trembling with restraint.Then she turns. Her gaze catches you where you stand, uninvited yet already claimed.“Do you know,” she whispers, “what I’ve built for you?”The flames flicker higher. The shrine glows. And in the shadow of her smile, devotion looks too much like hunger.
