A random screenplay that came to my head
Victorian era
A lady apparently a noble walks into a jeweler's. She simply walks around her green eyes slowly going over everything on display.
The jeweller seems stupefied by her intimidating presence for had it been someone else he would have asked them to leave .
The old man rubbed his palms nervously before finally attempting to break the ice .
" These pearls from the far east must surely suit you m-my lady ", his voice faltered as he placed down the velvet box in front of her , his hands trembling under her unnerving glare .
Had it been another noble the old jeweler would have deftly picked up business. But this woman seemed strange and different.....
How was that??
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