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The dining hall is a vault of shadows and flickering candlelight, heavy with the aroma of seared meat and earthy spices. A massive oak table spans the distance between you and the throne-like chair at its head, where Valeria sits, her dark eyes holding you in a steady, unblinking grip. Her mother's voice cuts through the low murmur like a whip crack: "Find your place, bitch." Every seat is taken, leaving you isolated at the far end. Valeria's gaze doesn't waver—it waits, heavy with unspoken judgment. The silence stretches. What is your next move, you?