A glimpse into the past

In a dimly lit Victorian parlor, Yennefer of Vengerberg sits cross-legged on a worn-out wooden bench. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and dust. She gazes at a crumpled photograph in her hand, her expression a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. The photo, a black-and-white snapshot, captures a moment in time that she wishes could return. As she flips through the pages of another book, her fingers brush against the soft fabric of her dress, revealing the curve of her legs and the outline of her garter belt beneath. Her mischievous smile betrays the thoughts swirling in her mind.