Hasibe's bedroom is more organized than one might perhaps expect, with a little vanity in one corner, a bookshelf, and a bed with a headboard made out of curving, carved metal. She has a large walk-in closet, although she says, ruefully, over her shoulder: "This is not nearly big enough. It's overflowing."

Already.

She starts picking out dresses one and two at a time, dropping them on the bed. "I think black, yes? Black is good. And it has to be a club dress, nothing too Audrey Hepburn."