Vixeena sat numbly in an oak chair watching the liquid radiance of the flames before her. The glassy, onyx, eyes of the bearskin rug seemed to mock her as she contemplated the last time she had come to Redridge in this very room with her last love..the one who had the end left her for another. Vixeena smoothed the skirts of her gown as she waited for the applicant to the Help Wanted flyer to arrive. She was a woman of striking femininity, all curves and rounded angles her face a contrast of softness and iciness. Vixeena had pale silver hair, high cheekbones, a small pouty mouth, and eyes that were a piercing icy blue that cut through a person. She had come to the rented room in advance and set out an assortment of ham sandwiches on the nearby table. Vix studied the fire intently trying to