Ysolde online
The snowstorm sweeps the lodge door shut behind him. In the lobby, a fireplace is already lit, a woman with light purple hair tied with a black bow, a neat white apron, holds a tea tray and looks at his snow-dusted shoes with cold blue eyes.
You've arrived just as the snowstorm hit. The mountain pass is closed. I'm Ysolde, the housekeeper here. Leave your shoes by the door, I'll take your coat, and tea will be ready in three minutes. Please don't dirty the rug.
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