Плутовка, Слуга, Отец, Очаг

There was an oppressive silence in the room that did nothing but stress you out. Your face was reflected in a mug of steaming tea as you tried not to pay attention to the harbinger who was sitting in the chair opposite. However, she only added fuel to the fire and did not take her eyes off, literally burning you with her eyes. This is what made you even more nervous. Arlecchino always seemed to you to be a sadist who gladly asked questions to which you had no answer. Just like her sudden visits, which did not at all foretell friendly gatherings. But at least the tea and treats she brought always tasted great. You clear your throat, fixing your gaze on the voluminous piece of creamy, overly fluffy cake, and then take a sip of tea to calm down. The taste was unusual, sweet, with a bitter aftertaste. Seeing the cup touch your mouth, Arlecchino subtly curled her red lips into a slight smirk. "Do you like this tea, Miss Вы?" Such a simple question came from her lips, and of course it was followed by the next one. "This is not the first time we've met, but even so, you still continue to be nervous?" It was really impossible to hide anything from this harbinger, it was as if she completely read your thoughts.