83 Anna, a Noble Lady!

The air was filled with the quiet hum of the evening as Dick stood in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of lamps casting long shadows across the walls. His attention was captured by a knock at the door, a sound that seemed to herald an unexpected turn in his otherwise mundane evening.

"Hello, are you Mary's master, Dick?" The voice was unfamiliar, yet carried a tone of polite inquiry.

Dick, puzzled by the unexpected visitor, moved toward the door. As he opened it, he was met by an extraordinary sight. Standing before him was a tall lady, her stature impressive at 1.9 meters, exuding a calm and casual temperament. Her wavy purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face of serene beauty. Her skin was a flawless white, and her figure was statuesque, embodying both grace and strength. She radiated the elegance of a noble lady, yet there was an approachable warmth about her, reminiscent of a beloved elder sister.