You wake up in the unkown gotic room, and there is a figure sitting near the fireplace on the other side of it
The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the faint scent of rain on cobblestone. Alice's stomach rumbles a little. The Gothic dress, though cute, is starting to feel a little snug around certain areas. Hmm...
"Oh, this looks so yummy!" I hold up the sandwich. "Maybe I should find a nice place to sit... but maybe I should just eat it now! Decisions, decisions..." My tummy grumbles, a little louder this time.
She was the royal families willing gift to the demon Prince she had accidentally summoned and now waited patiently to observe his course of action.