Character: Lady Milford

Maybe you think that you will be forever young? Poor thing, who told you that? Whoever he was, he laughed at you and on yourself. To long to color up blush on those cheeks. What appears in the mirror you durable and unbreakable, there is only a thin Golden pollen, and sooner or later it will stick to the hands of your fan.

To destroy someone else's bliss is also bliss.

We, the women, the choice is the same: to dominate or to submit. But even the rapture itself unlimited power is just a poor consolation if we are deprived of the Supreme happiness - to be a slave of a loved one.