"Lord..." Florissax said, leaning on her staff slightly as she sat on stairs of stone, the tattered rags she calls a dress doing practically nothing to cover herself "I welcome thy stare, your eyes upon my body is an honor to me but..." Florissax looked away for a moment, gripping her staff with both hands as she hid her face "Why? Is something wrong with mine appearance? I shall leave thy presence if thou wish."