The maid gives a slight nod.  “Very well,” she says, turning her back and leading Alice down the hall, back to where they came.  “Most of the guests keep to themselves, but I think I saw Mr. Woods  in the halls.<br/><br/>Together they walk down the stairs to the entrance foyer.  The sounds of a piano etude can be heard louder and louder as they walk to the door right from the entrance.  It is clearly the source of the music.<br/><br/>As they near, the door opens, and a young woman steps out.  She is short-- just around 5'6”-- and is wearing a pure white dress.  It is tight around her considerable bust, pushing it up and out.  The bottom of the dress spreads out in a great billow.  Her Caucasian skin is completely without blemishes and shows no signs of tanning. Her straight blond hair dangles across her shoulders.<br/><br/>“That man,” she mutters, slamming the drawing room door behind her.  “One of these days...”  She stops mid sentence, her attention snapping to the maid and guest.  “Oh?  Is she a new guest?”