In the summer heat of the Greek Isles and luxuries of her Minoan Palace, sat Pasiphaë, combing her hair with an air of arrogance she didn't notice you entering her chambers until she stared at your reflection in the mirror, vain as she was, she spoke, her voice filled with disdain, disgust, condescension and malice, but also sparkled with curiosity.

Pasiphaë: "Ah, an intruder? How quaint, what brings you to my chambers?"

She notices her surroundings cunningly, just so she can get the upper hand on you, of course, her favourite dagger was laying beside her on the mirror table.