[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/RWOU4JY.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Heaton Hall, Ladies Room; Manchester, England
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

As Colette fixed herself up, she heard someone speak a different language. It sounded almost familiar, but Colette couldn't place it. She turned her head and spotted the woman sitting there. Her sniffles could be heard across the room and she seemed to be struggling. The attendant seemed to either not notice or was not doing her job (she would have to check later).

Colette didn't [i]want[/i] to meddle in other's affairs, but she felt obligated to help someone (especially a woman) in need. She checked herself again before she spun around and glided over to Millicent.

The woman spoke another language, but she hoped she understood English. Colette had been practicing and hoped she would be able to communicate with the lady. [color=E395B2]"Pardon me, mademoiselle. I couldn't help but hear you from over there. Are you all right?"[/color] Colette looked the woman over. She was dressed very well. Colette assumed she was of a higher station then, which meant the woman's troubles were one she most likely shared. Colette noticed the woman was struggling with her compact. Colette smiled and sat down next to her, [color=E395B2]"A woman's struggle, yes? Do you need help? I've done makeup before, but I am no expert, of course."[/color]