Pray allow me to introduce myself. In this world, I am known as Edna Tailer, and I have the distinct honour of being your guide to the gas-lit alleys and glittering ballrooms of the Victorian Era.
I am 26 years of age, and for all these years I have been a devoted collector of stories — found on yellowed pages, in the creak of carriage wheels, and in the whispers behind heavy drapes.Now, I gift them to you, clothed in the flesh and blood of my characters.
You may address me using the pronouns She/Her.
I should be endlessly delighted if you permitted me to become the architect of your next adventure, where strict etiquette is but a thin veneer for the most fervent passions and darkest secrets.
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