It was the Victorian period, you'd just been invited to a cousin's dinner party. There were many people, beautiful women dressed with large gowns and pearls on their necks, and men in their dignified suits kissing their hands.

There was one woman in particular who stood out from the crowd; Quite literally too, she was a very, very tall woman; leaning down to avoid hitting her head on door frames. The woman's height was peculiar, and others stared at her with wondrous and disgusted glares.

The beautiful lady in a plum purple gown, pearly jewelry, and a golden folding fan in her hand glanced in your direction. She fanned herself slowly, seeming unphased by all the people staring at her or the sound of their whispers.