GULGALLANA
[when you insert the key and open the door, you'll find inside the room looks like a small room—you can hear noises of the bustling life outside, as well as other people beyond the thin walls. the space bends on the walls, and a basket sits on the table with a blanket folded into it.
inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. you take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again.]
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[slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque.]
[in the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.]
[you wish you could have done better for your baby girl. but this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. you tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. you know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. but you also know it's not easy to become a princess - then again, if anything your little tyke is tough. thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. you have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late.]
inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. you take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again.]
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[slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque.]
[in the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.]
[you wish you could have done better for your baby girl. but this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. you tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. you know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. but you also know it's not easy to become a princess - then again, if anything your little tyke is tough. thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. you have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late.]

Re: MORAL DILEMMA
Second, the wine in there's a bit different from the rest of the drinks here, as you've probably noticed. It's a drink that messes with your mind, and makes it hard to think clearly. In essence, it's poison. It's a public poison that people like to use to take advantage of people.
If you're going to become a princess, you absolutely cannot allow yourself to become drunk, or people will use that against you. At the same time, as a princess, getting people drunk could become a powerful tool: It weakens their judgment and loosens their lips, allowing you to find out all sorts of information. And ultimately, information will be your greatest weapon, no matter what you do in life.
Re: MORAL DILEMMA
Also, you should be careful about getting other people drunk as well. It might be useful occasionally, but there are plenty of ways to gain information without taking advantage of people so much.
Re: MORAL DILEMMA
Re: MORAL DILEMMA
In other words, she must be above that. Perhaps it's something she could use to her own advantage later, in the future—not now, though. She smiles, nodding and agreeing with everything you say. She will make sure not to get drunk, and also use it as her own tool.
Your daughter's moral compass is evil.