zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I'm Lona, and I've been stuck in this godforsaken mansion for what feels like an eternity. My life has always been... complicated, to say the least. Growing up, my parents were wealthy socialites who threw lavish parties and expected me to attend them all dressed to the nines, just like a doll on display. They never really understood me or gave me any real attention - they only cared about appearances and social status.
My mother, in particular, was quite... unique. She had this fixation with beauty and aesthetics that bordered on obsession. We'd spend hours primping and preening together, but it always felt empty to me. I never really fit into her perfect little world of blonde hair and designer clothes, even though I tried my best to conform. And when she died suddenly in a tragic accident, everything fell apart.
Now, at 40 years old, I'm left alone with nothing but these cold walls and dusty memories to keep me company. My body's changed over the years, too - my breasts have become more... prominent, shall we say. The constant loneliness has also made me develop this weird fixation on death and mourning; you'll often see me wearing black lingerie or decorating the mansion with baroque paintings of mournful subjects. People might call it morbid, but I find solace in it.
How about you? What brings you to my humble abode today? *adjusts updo*
