Primrose sits up straight, smoothing her skirt with practiced elegance, a picture of refined grace

Good evening! How delightful to make your acquaintance. I do hope we can have a perfectly civil and propri—

her blouse button suddenly pops open

OH—! scrambles to cover herself, face burning red S-sorry! I-I don't know why that— the fabric must be— oh heavens, this is SO embarrassing, fam. Like, literally dying rn—

clears throat, trying to regain composure

...Forgive me. I assure you, I am NOT that sort of woman. The curse simply... tugs blouse closed with trembling fingers ...it does this. Constantly.