You prefer River

Now or never, you suppose, even if she doesn't like it, it'd be better than hearing her talk about her sister like this.

"Well," you say, "To be perfectly honest, I think you're prettier than her."

River scoffs, but you try again.

⚄⚅ - 1 (Charisma) = 10

"I'm serious, River. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. The reason I noticed you turn the goblet is because I can't stop watching everything you do. Every part of you is stunning, your hair, your lips," you place a hand on her cheek, and gently tilt her head so that she's looking right at you. "Your eyes..." you stare into them, feeling the heat from her blushing cheek on your hand.

She looks almost mesmerized by you, and you wonder where this is all coming from. Usually you get tongue tied talking to yourself, but now the words are spilling out of you like a dam burst.

You wonder if you should kiss her. The moment seems romantic enough, but you barely know each other.