[open post, or so they say]

[cruelpatience]

She is sitting before a mirror, in some ubiquitous room in one of the Mansion's upper stories. For all intents and purposes she is quite absorbed in her own reflection, and the manipulation thereof; the splash of perfume, the adjustment of a drooping auburn curl, the addition, careful consideration, and eventual removal of a white flower.

(She is always ready to talk, and would not be averse to being interrupted even in this most interesting of pursuits: herself.)