Irene likes red- but black is more her colour. It fulfils the same purpose, nonetheless; it's a warning colour, a predatory colour.

In response to what she could swear is an order, Irene bites her tongue, grinning hard, her face half turned away from Cindy. Best not to obey outright. Best never to obey outright.

"Ask the shopgirl," she suggests, picking out a floor length black silk dress and stroking the material, "my character's built to excess."