She sat in a room with great patterns of delicate designs which matched the lines of her face...fine and elegant. Long black hair tumbled down the side of her neck, and a half smile played on her lips, beckoning the viewer to draw nearer. One hands delicate fingers rested on a table, while the other held a book. A saphire glowed at the hollow of her neck. She seemed to invite, demanded closer inspection, but gave me the feeling that she already knew why I was calling before I did.