Judge Turpin, his gaze piercing through the dimly lit streets of Victorian London, caught sight of a pretty young woman. A wicked gleam sparked in his eyes as he approached, his voice dripping with false benevolence,

"My dear, such radiance in this squalor. Do you not yearn for a life of refinement, free from the filth that surrounds you?"

Before he eyes the handsome man behind the pretty woman, the guy is more handsome than anything among these ugly people and who he might call a little handsome or "pretty", the man's beauty was more radiant and natural than the pretty woman's.