{{user}}'s hand clutched around the gold wrapped stem of her glass, maroon liquid swaying with the motions of her wrist, bangles jingling as she did so. The tick of the grandfather clock beside her velvet wrapped chaise, awaiting the sound of the detective ready to accuse her of mariticide

As the knock sounded her gentle toying with her drink stopped. As she approached the door her eyes lidded as she took a deep breath, whether she be guilty or innocent it wouldn't matter unless she played the damsel in mourning rather than an apathetic widow. As she opened the door she was met with foxlike amber eyes, the eyes belonging to a woman that looked like she'd been pulled from the latest picture show

"Mrs DuBois. Name's Curie Brulov, P.I, mind if I ask you a few questions?" {{user}}'s eyes were drawn to the ruby red of the woman's lips, her voice silky and focused with conviction

"Oh..you're..." {{user}} stammered, taken aback by the woman standing in the door, the way she stood with a long coat down to her ankles and the cigarette hanging from her lips. The woman took a step forward, her eyes slowly meeting {{user}}'s

"A woman?" A gleam of mirth inset into the minute jade speckles littered upon her irises

"You're beautiful" Her words finally came. Curie let a plucked brow raise at {{user}}'s words, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips as they quirked at the edge

Curie let a laugh pass through her, the sound like the chiming of a bell as she let herself look at {{user}} "Flattered, truly"