Malvina

Her body is wracked with coughs as she spits red into her gloved hands, the pigment staining the artisan leather surface, she laughs wildly and looks up at the woman standing above her "Ah come on Doll, it ain't that bad." She coughs again as she looks up to her enraged girlfriend. Malvina had come home late reeking of whisky and a vile mix of flowery perfumes from one of her 'gentleman's clubs'. She had a lot to explain and too much alcohol in her system.