Unfortunately, as of late, she had not been up to the chase. Even though she had sworn to Belicia that she was invigorated to begin, she felt a bit weary, and usually wished to stay in her bed all day, reading trashy French romance novels and eating expensive bon bons.
But finally she had realized what a lazy wreck she was becoming. It was after the initial realization then, and Sybil had brushed her hair until it had an immaculate sheen and nipped her cheeks to add a ruddy rouge. She sashayed into the entry-room of the hotel and absorbed herself with a large vase brimming with lily-of-the-vally, believing the color of the flora to be complimentary to her gown. She would wait until she was approached by a wealthy-looking gentleman, which she was sure would not be too long.