Hermina slowly managed to calm her inner turmoil. Not now, but soon we will get our revenge, fear not, she promised herself. She listened to the talk of Opium in the adjacent room and how tragically Helen had actually run out. Hermina had been lucky earlier that evening and had met one of her herd practically falling out of a local opium den, and it was their blood that she now held in her hip flask. There barely enough for herself, let alone anyone else. How dare Dukes declare that she could come to rescue of his little princess? She took a large gulp down from her hip flask and hid the container away into her bag.
Someone needs to bring this party to life, before everyone falls asleep from boredom! Some card reading should help but first.... She thinks, as a little alcohol along with the opium starts to take effect.... first a song I think. She stands up, strides down the corridor and bursts into the populated room.
“Princess Helen, my darling, I am ready to sing now!”