The room the doll maker sat in was one she often used to receive guests. Unlike much of the house this had a different shade of colours, a deep royal red along with pure brilliant white. The furniture was a mixture of them. There were several sofas and cabinets around the room and a large carved wooden table in the centre of it. Around the chair were ten soft quilted seats. Currently only three of them were being occupied. On the desk was a complete tea set though it was missing the tea cup. On one end sat the doll maker with a member of the Dystoxia law enforcement to either side of her, middle aged men in pristine uniform. Behind the host stood two large mannequins styled after men. They had blank white faces and worse expertly crafted waistcoats, shoes and trousers. They were motionless and a couple of steps away from the wall.<br/><br/>Avabelle herself was wearing one of her favourite frilled black and purple dresses that poofed out around the bottom. It was decorated with countless sections of lace and it was obvious to even a commoner how much the dress was worth. Long black socks were visible below it with a purple bow on each shin. Her shoes were black heels. Avabelle's hair was a similar rich purple and fell around the middle of her back and chest in long curled ringlets. She had a black ribbon tied in to her hair and the same shade as make up on her lips and eyes. She looked deceptively young and cheerful with wide deep velvety eyes.<br/><br/>Avabelle broke off from her conversation and looked towards the door. "Now now... where is my sweet Vienna with our tea? Do forgive me officers, she's usually far more punctual than this." the doll maker said in that honey coated voice. They mumbled how it was no problem at all and simply got back in to discussing her estate. Soon enough the gate would have been opened and one of her female dressed mannequins would have led their guest to the door.