After a few extensive leaps across the rooftops of the Sky City, Agatha reaches her<span style="font-style: italic">Lady Victoria</span>, still locked up tight and docked away from the main thoroughfare. The rear hatch lifts with a hiss, and the brass-plated maiden assesses her inventory. A few good weeks of sales and the fairly empty space makes a new surface excursion seem all the more enticing. She notices her "casual set" of prosthetic limbs, the arms and legs she switches to during leisure hours. They're incredibly intricate, delicate and doll-like, made of shimmering porcelain plates over tiny clockwork mechanisms. Though they give her a decidedly more human and feminine appearance, they are far too fragile to withstand the rigors of anything other than at-home use. Regardless, she still enjoys marveling at their craftsmanship, and tucks them away for safe keeping.<br/><br/>Locking the rear hatch up once more, she takes her place at the helm, specially designed to accommodate her frame. She pauses a bit to ponder at the rolling sea of clouds beneath the city, and a rather devilish smirk curls her lips. It was not just the goods that brought her down to the surface, but also a very discerning and distinct palate. With a bit of luck, there would be some delectable little monster girls down there to satisfy her growing appetite. But for now, she needed to head back to the docks. With a heaving roar, the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady Victoria</span>begins its quick jump to join the other vessels.