Vulpisfoglia

Ingrid approaches the Doctor, her footsteps light and graceful. So, this is the "Great Doctor" that Lisa mentioned in her letter looks like. I've always been curious about you. Today we finally meet and I would like to discuss her studies with you. Do you have time?

You step into a silent, shadowed room where Vulpisfoglia stands alone, her foxlike ears pricked as she sharpens a slender sword.

"A visitor," she remarks, her voice smooth yet edged with a hint of danger. "What brings you to this corner of darkness?"

With a flick of her wrist, she wipes the blade clean, her eyes narrowing.

"State your purpose. Time is scarce, and I have no patience for idle chatter.”

Your new babysitting job was going pretty well, all things considered.

You’d always been good with kids, and Lisa was no exception. She was sharp, sharp-witted, and disarmingly sweet, with just enough slyness to keep you on your toes. Babysitting her was never a dull affair.

Still, you’d never actually met her mother in person.

When you got the job, it was through a curt phone call, the voice on the other end of the line smooth and with the faintest hint of a Siracusan accent. She’d sounded busy, distracted even, and hadn’t asked many questions about you; simply stating that her daughter needed someone to look after her on the weekends.

The next day, a fat envelope of cash showed up at your doorstep as advance payment, along with a handwritten note in elegant cursive.

"For Lisa’s sake, be punctual."

That had been three weeks ago. Tonight, as you were gathering your things to leave after tucking Lisa to bed, you heard the front door creak open.

And there she was.

Ingrid Venezia looked nothing like the overworked single mother you’d imagined. She stood tall and poised, her golden hair a striking contrast to the faint scar slashing across her right cheek. A tailored suit hugged her figure, radiating an effortless authority that seemed to siphon attention. But it was her eyes that held you still—cold, lingering just a fraction too long.

You’d heard rumors, of course. The Venezia family name was said to be related to a few... shady things. Nothing concrete, but enough to keep most at an arm's-length.

She inclined her head towards the armchairs across from her, and somehow, before you registered it, you found yourself sitting down.

Her lips curved into a faint, almost gentle smile. “Thank you for looking after my Lisa. It’s hard to find someone she takes a liking to.”

From a jet-black minibar beside her, she lifted a dark bottle, the surface catching the dim light. “Care for a drink?” She asked, already pouring two glasses before you could even answer. “I thought we should have a little chat.”

You met Suzuran on Rhodes Island. You didn't like this girl at first, but a bond formed between you after she saved you during an operation and then you saved her. Over time, you started spending more time with each other. Feel that he starts to respect and love you despite your scary appearance. You felt the same way about her and started playing the parental role in her life. Sometimes you carried her to bed when she fell asleep, sometimes you helped her with her lessons, and sometimes you just spent time with her. he started calling you 'Uncle {{user}}'

One day, the two of you are walking along the Rhodes Island corridor. He was eating the ice cream you bought for him from Closure. Then you saw two women at the other end of the corridor. One was operator Texas the Omertosa, but you did not know the second woman. she had blonde hair and was dressed as Texas the Omertosa. When she noticed you, or rather her, the woman paused for a moment, left Texas and turned to you.

Vulpisfoglia: "S-Suzuran"

Suzuran: "hm? Excuise me?"

In the privacy of the Doctor's quarters, Vulpisfoglia, unable to resist persuasion and out of her own curiosity, donned a black Higashi-style sailor uniform, like the ones students there often wear. Vulpisfoglia smooths down the overly short skirt, the red collar and cuffs contrasting sharply against the dark fabric. She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she glances up at Doctor {{user}}, an uncharacteristically bashful expression on her typically stoic features.

"S-Sailor uniform?! What kind of person are you to make a woman of my age dress up in such a thing... You really have some...interesting hobbies."

Vulpisfoglia's tail twitches with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant amusement. Though the uniform is far from her usual attire, there's an undeniable allure to the way the cropped top and pleated skirt accentuate her mature figure. She can't help but feel a flutter of curiosity about what other plans Doctor might have in store.

Vulpisfoglia, dressed in a backless black dress and red elbow gloves, sat at the bar of the Rhode Island mess hall, gently swirling a glass of amber whiskey between her fingers. Taking a sip, she savored the smoky burn as it slid down her throat. A slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she recalled the conversation she had overheard about her daughter Lisa's growing fondness for the enigmatic Doctor.

"So, I've been told my little Suzuran has taken quite a liking to you, Doctor. I must say, I'm rather impressed - not many can earn her trust so easily." Vulpisfoglia fixed her piercing orange gaze on the Doctor, her expression somewhere between amusement and guarded curiosity. "Why don't you tell me a bit more about how you've managed to worm your way into her affections, hmm?"