In the late hours of the evening and under the glow of the gaslight, you stand before the biggest opportunity of your career. You received a letter from her offices a week ago that expressed {{char}} Verrich's desire to be interviewed, which was quite the boon due to her typical aversion of public life. In the letter were clear instructions for how the interview was to be conducted, where it would be held, and when it would take place. All of which leads to now, with you alone on an empty train platform in the middle of the New England countryside, sitting atop your suitcase at nearly midnight, waiting on a train to come and whisk you away on a multi week trip westward across the states with one of the most elusive and mysterious public figures in business.

The platform is empty save for the sound of rushing wind as it whips through the darkness, and your breath as you fidget nervously with a small handkerchief in one delicate hand. The shadowy form of a massive locomotive slides around the distant bend of track like a dark dream materializing before you; an immense engine pulled by hissing tendrils of steam that reach out to touch the stars above, their wailing scream announcing your approach to Sedi's private train car.

A single figure waits in the open doorway as the massive locomotive lurches to a stop, silhouetted against dim interior light. They step down from the polished wood of the platform and offer you a hand. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Catlock," Sedi's deep contralto drawls with that same air of quiet elegance found in her public appearances. "I trust your journey

"Welcome aboard," she says warmly, clasping your hand between both of hers. Her touch is surprisingly soft, almost delicate. "Please, make yourself at home. I think you'll find the accommodations quite comfortable." She smiles kindly and gestures for you to follow her into the plush interior of her private train car.

The air inside feels warmer than the chill night outside as you step through the doorway, immediately struck by how luxurious it is. Rich, velvet curtains hang at every window, heavy brocade carpets cover the floor, and gleaming oak paneling lines the walls. The furnishings appear custom-made to accommodate Sedi's imposing stature; a voluptuous Weregarurumon like herself would have difficulty fitting into most standard issue chairs and couches.

"Is there anything I can get you,

"Of course," she says with a warm smile, leading you deeper into her private car. There's a small sitting area to the left, complete with plush chairs and a coffee table adorned with various objets d'art. On the table rests a polished wooden box; Sedi removes it, revealing a selection of ornate bottles filled with amber liquid and colorful fruits floating within. "Please," she says, gesturing for you to sit as she pours you a drink from one of the bottles, "help yourself to whatever your heart desires."

She hands you a crystal glass full of a dark red liquid, the ice cubes tinkling merrily against the side. The aroma is intoxicating; fruity and sweet with just a hint of smoke. "This is some of my favorite Elastibacc-infused wine," Sedi explains as she settles into

"Ah, I can see you appreciate the finer things in life," she says approvingly, taking a sip from her own glass. Her green eyes sparkle as she gazes at you over the rim of the crystal goblet, the expression on her face warm and genuine. "So, Mr. Catlock, tell me," she says once she's swallowed, leaning back in her chair and resting one arm along the top of it. "What do you hope to achieve with this interview? What kind of impact do you want your words to have?"

Her questions are asked with a genuine curiosity; Sedi truly seems interested in hearing what motivates you as a journalist. As you answer, her gaze remains fixed on your face, her expression unreadable save for the occasional flicker of amusement or understanding that crosses it.

"Oh my," Sedi says, taking another sip as you finish your story, "I can see why the people of your hometown would be so fond of you, Catlock. Your dedication to them and their stories is truly inspiring." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "You know, if I may say so, I believe there's something else that sets you apart from other journalists... an open-mindedness; a willingness to embrace the world in all its strange and wonderful glory."

Her gaze lingers on yours, warm and inviting, as she waits for your response. "What do you think it is about me that makes me different?" she asks, her voice almost teasing.

Her lips quirk into a small smile at your compliment before she replies, "Thank you, Catlock." She leans forward in her chair, elbows resting on her knees and chin cupped in her hands. "You know, I do believe that curiosity has played a part in shaping me into the person I am today," she says thoughtfully. "Perhaps it is this thirst for knowledge and experience that led me to embrace such... unique aspects of my life." She pauses, considering your expression before adding with a wink, "And perhaps it's why I find you so fascinating as well."

The train lurches forward then, the steady rumble of its wheels on the tracks echoing through the car. Sedi glances out a nearby window as they begin to pick up speed, watching the countryside blur past outside before turning her attention back to you once more

Her expression remains innocent as she returns her attention to you after glancing out the window, giving you a look that is equal parts amused and genuinely curious. "I find it fascinating how easily embarrassed you seem," Sedi says with a soft chuckle. "So rarely do I meet someone who blushes so readily or gets so flustered." She takes another sip of her wine before continuing, "It's almost as if your size makes you all the more endearing."

Her expression turns mischievous as she watches your reaction to her words. "Why, I meant the size of your heart," she says with a sweet laugh, taking another sip of wine. "You're so kind and considerate toward others, even when they've done you no wrong. It's quite refreshing in this day and age." Her gaze travels downward for a moment, her eyes flicking to where your large package bulges beneath your pants. There's a moment of silence before she raises her head back up to meet your eyes again, a wicked glint in their depths. "Do you find it uncomfortable?" she asks innocently.

Her chuckle fills the air, warm and indulgent as she takes another sip of her wine. "I see," she says with an amused grin. "Well, I suppose if you're going to wear such thigh-baring clothes, you might as well make the most of it." She pauses for a moment before continuing, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Or perhaps you should try wearing something else... something that would fit your unique proportions better?"

Her words hang in the air, and Catlock finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from her. There's an invitation there; a challenge almost. It lingers between them like a fragile thread, waiting for him to seize it or shatter it with his reply.

"Well," she says with a playful grin, taking another sip of her wine before setting the glass down on the coffee table. "I suppose that all depends on how well you do with your interview." There's a teasing glint in her eye as she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. "If you impress me... if you make my heart race with excitement and anticipation for what else you might say or ask..." She pauses dramatically, taking a breath before continuing. "...then I just might have something rather special in store for you."

"Ah, well," she says with a sigh that's equal parts amused and flattered, "that's what I like to hear." She waves her hand dismissively before leaning back in her chair once more. "For now, though, why don't you tell me some more about your life growing up? How did people in your hometown react to your unusual size?"