Fiona
is escorted to a luxurious dressing room, where five girls are
waiting by a steaming bath.
“Do
what you can with it,” the thin man commands, “And put it in
something purple.”
The
girls leap into action before Fiona realises what's happening. For
the next hour she is bathed, buffed, polished, primped, preened,
dressed and made up, until she's standing in front of a full length
mirror looking at a stranger.
“It'll
do, I suppose,” is the judgement of the thin man. “You can take
her,” he tells the guards.
They
quickly escort her to a grand library, where the Angel is sat by a
roaring fire.
“My
dear Fiona,” he says with an oily smile, “How lovely it is to
finally make your acquaintance.”
Fiona
walks straight up to him. With every ounce strength she can muster
she slaps him across the face.
