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[opinion_neutre]

Someone who could be mistaken for Liechtenstein at first glance staggers through the main lobby of the house, a big box tucked under her(?) arm. She drops the box on one of the coffee-tables, muttering something about movement-impediment by ruffles and itchy petticoats.
Then she clears her throat*

Hello? Anyone around who, um, got a stain of red paint, recently? I might have something for you, then.

*The voice definitely isn't Liechtenstein's*