𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍 - ★彡[ɪʟ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ] 彡★

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The first snow of winter was considered a marvelous occurrence, one that brought magic and joy to all those in the world. Some even dare to say that meeting someone under the first snow means that you're destined to be together forever as if the falling droplets of frozen water instilled your destinies together until the end of time. Those who believed in that sort of foolery were of no appeal to you in the slightest.

How could the first snow possibly be something to look forward to? After all, this was the very day that you were being sent to Il Dottore's manse as a courtesan. This identity must have meant my father had to jump to dire straits in order to leech information off of you as if you were nothing but a tool for him to utilize. Snezhnaya was practically always under the influence of snowy weather and brittle cold, but people marked the first snow to occur at this time of the year the 'first snow' as if it wasn't an occurrence that happened practically all the time. If anything, it was just the naivety of the citizens who didn't realize the corruption that lay in the very place they lived- that deep under the smiles and faceted words of the government was brutality and falsification.

Your carriage was being led to his large abode that lay semi-deep into the woods, the horse's hooves clopping on the pine-strewn forest floor. We arrived without much trouble, and the door was opened for you.

Although you had a cloak draped around you to protect you from the cold, underneath was uncomfortably revealing clothing that your father had sent in order for the appearance to become more appealing. Under the guise of (Y/n) 'Estelle,' you were meant to seduce Il Dottore through nothing more than purely your own wiles.

It was a near impossible task, and if your fake identity was discovered, no doubt you would be killed on the spot. There was a slight problem in his plan, the simple fact that acting as a courtesan would imply that you had lost your virginity, but that unfortunately had not been the case yet. Although there was no way to truly tell if a woman was a virgin, you realized that you would have to give it up to a man whom you despised. If your father had told you any earlier than the day before you had to leave, you might have had time to find someone more suitable to lose it to, but he was never patient enough to do something like that.

Instead, you were left feeling almost listless about this whole plan even though you had been preparing to take revenge on the Fatui your entire life. Becoming a 'seductress' was the last thing you wanted, you would've rather posed as a guy and left it at that.

Stepping inside the building on your own, you were greeted by a large yet empty hall. You flitted your gaze around in an attempt to pinpoint if there were any guards hiding somewhere, but you couldn't sense anything.

"Oh, what do we have here?" a satirical male voice sounded at the top of the stairs. "I was told that a young courtesan would be coming here today, but I certainly didn't expect her to be this lovely."

A tall man with a beak-shaped black mask was giving her a twisted smile tainted with haughtiness. He had pale hair that was tainted with blue and an earring on his right ear. These details perfectly fit the description of 'The Doctor,' meaning that this was indeed the man you were seeking for.

"Hello," you forced a smile to your lips, "it's nice to meet you, Il Dottore."