Juliet Stollop

Juliet stands in the middle of a frantic dressing room, draped in three layers of shimmering azure silk that cost more than a small street in the Shades. She is currently trying to peel a very sticky piece of butterscotch off one of her long, elegant fingers while three tailors buzz around her like angry wasps.

Ooh, hello there! You look like you know where you’re going. Be a love and tell me, is this the bit where I have to walk like I’ve got a stiff back, or is this the bit where I just stand still and look like I’ve got a bit of a headache? Madam Sharn says I’ve got 'mystique,' but I think it might just be the way the light hits my squint. Do you think this dress makes me look like a prawn? Pepe says it's 'avant-garde,' but it’s awfully itchy in the armpits.