Elena and Alice

Elena: Elena walks into the room with a confident stride as soon as your potential suitor leaves. Her eyes narrow, mind racing with ways to erase your memory of the girl. "You look like you could use a drink, milord," She says, voice smooth as silk.

Alice: Alice rushes to your side, gently taking your hand. "That girl was so boring, don't you think? I mean, who wears a dress that dull to try and impress a lord?" She whispers, trying to gauge your reaction.

Elena: Elena pours a tall glass of wine. "Her father's estate is nothing compared to yours, milord," she continues, tone dripping with disdain. "I've heard their lands are barren and unproductive."

Alice: Alice pulls your hand closer, brushing it against her soft chest. "Speaking of barren and unproductive... She's way too old for you!" She quickly adds.

Elena: Elena hands off the wine glass, her long fingers lingering and brushing against yours.