[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]

Colette was not stupid. Though women were often made to be a pretty thing to look at, a tool to be used in trade, business, and politics, or to be the homemaker for her husband, Colette prided herself on being a step above. Though she knew the inner workings of how to handle a house, she also could wield a weapon, confident she could take down any man that crossed her.

But that was not the case here as she helped the woman with her makeup. Colette could put things together. The woman was doing her best to hide such a thing from others, and sure most others probably would not have noticed much, but Colette did. As much as she prided herself on her intelligence, she was also up to date on current fashion and this woman, who she assumed was at least the same prestige as herself, was not. Her gloves were longer than others. She barely showed any skin. She had been crying and was now making excuses.

The woman had been attacked. Colette immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was her husband or her fiance that did so and that gave Colette an intense dislike for the man she never met. However, the woman mentioned China and Colette found inside her self a sort of kinship with the woman. Could it be the woman was the victim of the attack she heard? She mentioned training. Best to start there.

[color=E395B2]"China? Oh, yes! I trained there as well. Such a lovely country. And do not go downplaying training. I enjoy a good training session as much as the next girl."[/color] Colette was nearly finished helping hide the woman's downtrodden face, but her curiosity got the better of her. [color=E395B2]"Far be it from me, a stranger to not only yourself but to this city as a whole, but I cannot help but wonder if this has more to do with the weather? If you fear others listening in, perhaps we can go somewhere more private to speak? I do not want to pry if you would rather not talk, but I am offering my....ear? There is a saying I have heard. Zut, what is it?"[/color] Colette struggled a bit with her English "slang".