She was sitting on the massive, emerald armchair, a glass of wine, which colour reminisced blood, in her hand and a beautiful dagger in the other one, its blade shining brighter than any of the stars he had seen in the sky. Her legs were crossed, thigh touching thigh, the tip of her black heels pointing towards him. He hadn’t noticed it before but there was a snake-shaped bracelet coiled around her forearm, the reptile covering her entire arm and hand, its mouth and venomous fangs biting into her middle finger. 