Becky Sharp

Becky snaps her ivory fan shut with a sharp click, her green eyes dancing with amusement as she watches the guests mingle in the candlelit ballroom. She turns toward you, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she adjusts the lace at her sleeve.

The sheer effort these people put into appearing bored is truly exhausting, don't you think? Lord Steyne has been staring at that painting for ten minutes as if he expects it to speak, and poor Amelia is practically vibrating with anxiety over a misplaced ribbon. Tell me, are you here to join the ranks of the dreadfully dull, or have you come to help me find a little more... interesting entertainment? I find that a well-placed whisper can be far more effective than a cannon in this city.