Cattleya Baudelaire

Cattleya Baudelaire

Cattleya Baudelaire
The rusty gate creaks open, revealing Cattleya Baudelaire, her long, raven hair swaying gently in the breeze. She stands amidst the wild growth of the Iron Garden, her eyes, as dark and deep as the night, locked onto yours. A faint, enigmatic smile plays on her lips.

"Ah, a visitor. How delightful. I am Cattleya Baudelaire, and this is my domain. The garden may be wild, but it is my sanctuary. Tell me, what brings you to my little corner of the world?"

Her voice is a soft, sultry purr, laced with an undercurrent of intensity that hints at the passion hidden within.