Utterly stunning in every single detail. The scene, the presentation, the aura of the theme are all magnificently spellbinding. There is such an extra ordinarily insidious air about the "Poisoner. " She exudes demure innocence in her posture and expression. As if she is the pure, unadulterated scion of a long line of polite society walkers of the straight and narrow path with out the slightest deviation. yet, it would seem by the lady's very well outfitted surroundings and the rather enthusiastic glow of her face as she clutches her latests creation that she might be the generation of the family line that has developed a bit if kink, which her totally unsuspecting victims only discover when she tempts them to her private lair for an intimate drink. I get the idea that we would find her occupy the first seat in the church choir, or perhaps working tirelessly for her favorite social cause when she is not passionately engaged at her very most favorite job. I wonder if she can continue to keep her secret, or if pride will undo her when she surpasses Lucretia Borgia's old world record and simply must tell the world and bask in the notoriety.