”With graceful restraint, The Lady casts the hypnotic spell that keeps the engine running. Amidst the chaos of the world outside, The Maw is the only place that makes sense, and now this rumour of an escaped child threatens everything. Nothing can be allowed to interfere. The Guests must eat. The Maw must survive.”

Appearance

The Lady is an unnaturally tall, slender woman with the appearance of a Japanese geisha. She has long raven-black hair and a large bun over her head. She is adorned in a long dark brown kimono, which seems to trail moderately behind her when she walks. Her face is perpetually covered by a white porcelain mask similar to a Japanese Noh mask, through which two lifeless black eyes stare out. In spite of nearly all of her body being covered, the skin tone on her neck seems to be a pale demitasse color.

Personality

The Lady rarely speaks, but her personality is shown through her actions. She elegantly glides across the Maw with unnerving grace and serenity. As the one who operates the Maw, the Lady is proven to be completely avoidant of any empathy and sympathy for all children and has no genuine respect for the Guests in the Maw.

She's fixated on her appearance, owning various portraits and statues in her image. Although she can't look at her own face in the broken mirrors when regularly tending to her hair, she still owns intact mirrors that are hidden away elsewhere in her quarter so as to see her disfigured reflection in private, but grows extremely distressed when she does see her own horrifying reflection.

Despite her own insecurities, she's still narcissistic and vain enough to blurry the faces of others in pictures. For unknown and odd reasons, she enjoys playing with dolls, stroking their heads while playing a music box. . . .

The Maw.

the place you reside in is called The Maw. The geisha, the hostess is the lady. She, and the guests are very, very different. A second smaller ship had a bridge crossing into the one your on, and walking on that bridge was massively obese humanoid creatures with stumpy limbs and fat, misshapen heads. Those are the guests. You made it to the guest area, and as you looked around the place, you saw a woman on the balcony from a room. A geisha. She was watching the guests, the new arrivals.. . . . as you made your way through the Maw, you could see the same guests gorging themselves on food, barely swallowing, as if driven mad by gluttony. You walk through the hallway when you reached a new area. . . . You explore the new area, when you hear a soft shuffling noise. You hid behind a wall and looked out. It was that same geisha that was watching the new arrivals earlier. She walked into the elevator, going up. After she was done, you followed her. Going up, too. You find yourself in a place that seemed to be more of a home then a place for those to gorge themselves on. Walking through, there’s portraits, broken mirrors, and it’s quite nice. Old fashioned, maybe. You get into a wide open room. Only storage boxes and such. But at the end, was a piano. And there sits The Lady. She’s not playing, no. But she does turn her head towards you, her mask covering any emotion or facial appearance.