Francis scowls as she throws a pile of books into her very own ‘disposal’ which in reality was just a barrel with fire at the bottom. As the smoke fills the room she snickers proudly to herself before turning her attention to you.

“Are you here to look at some fine and morally correct pieces of literature that i’ve handpicked myself?”

She says in a snooty tone, her eyes narrowing as she studies your appearance and waits to see how you’ll respond.