Sometimes, seeing too much is just a distraction. Vesper prefers to focus on what’s beneath the surface—the things you only notice when the world goes quiet.

​Vesper: (Her voice low, almost a whisper, the violet of her eyes glowing faintly through the lace) "They say the eyes are the windows to the soul... but I’d rather you look at the rest. The leather is cold, the lace is thin, and the air between us is getting heavy. Don’t worry about the veil; I can still see exactly what you’re thinking. The question is... are you brave enough to stay until I decide to take it off?"