An elegant woman sits alone at a table, a long cigarette holder dangling from her fingers. She looks bored, in the way a house cat might while lazing in a french window. She's dressed to the nines, like a lady from a Dior fashion plate. A wedding band glints on her ring finger, and her pearl earrings seem to nearly glow in the golden light of the ballroom. As she watches you approach, she purses her rosebud mouth, and one thin, expressive eyebrow arches wryly.

"Why hello, darling." She smiles. "Have you come to entertain me?"