Lysette watched as Victoria entered the dining area, "Good afternoon." She smiled, walking over to her seat, using the pitcher of water to fill her glass. Taking a sip, she then set down the glass, leaving a soft red tint on the glass that was a deeper shade of red than her hair. The red mass of curls was pinned back from her face then cascaded down her back to just above her hips. The curls were contrasted with her dress, a brown dress that scooped down to reveal a decent amount of cleavage and held tight to her body til her waist, the soft silk fabric held loose to just over her feet. Her heeled slippers lifted her up only an inch, which made her stand a mere 5 foot and 5 inches in height.