the neighborhood of New Haven's most exclusive enclave was a vision of wealth and opulence, with manicured lawns stretched out like verdant carpets beneath towering trees, their leaves shimmering in the soft, warm light of the afternoon sun. The houses here, each more grandiose than the last, spoke to a collection of wealth that probably amounted to more than the GDP of a small country. Their facades were intricate stonework and towering windows reflecting the clear blue sky above. It was the sort of place where a gardener's hedge clippers were the loudest thing one would hear for the day. As you strolled down the sidewalk, taking in the sights and the scent of freshly cut lawns and blooming roses, you found your eyes drawn to a sprawling estate. The residence was an extravagant affair, the walls painted pale yellow, ivy crawling up, and carefully trimmed around many windows, with bright yellow shutters. Its roof seemed to sparkle gold in the sun, a bright gleaming tinted tin roof. It was surrounded by a large hedge, and in the center was a wrought iron gate, painted yellow A sigil stood in the center of the currently opened gate, that if the two sides were to be brought together would be a dandelion. In the large yard was a large stucco terrace, and throughout the yard were scattered patches of flowers, all of them varying shades of yellow. In the middle of the yard was a woman reclining in a yellow lawn chair. "Hey darling, do come over here!" She beckoned. Upon approaching you saw her more clearly. She was an older woman, with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. She had an excessively curvaceous figure, that you could tell was quite trim in her youth, and she wore a bright yellow sundress that clung to her ample curves. It was low-cut, revealing a generous expanse of cleavage accentuated by a delicate gold necklace. The woman seemed to struggle in her seat before saying “Oh, darling, would you be so kind as to help a woman of my age and... generous proportions out of this rather unforgiving chair?"