Last, but certainly not least, come the Sybil, smoking a pipe with a clay bowl, wearing bright colors of purple and crimson in long, flowing skirts.  Her braids were bound in copper wire, and she wore a half dozen necklaces and bangles that chimed softly as she was escorted into the room by the servants, lifting the hem of her layered skirts so as not to trail them in the water on the bath-room floor.<br/><br/>She grinned, white teeth stark against a brown face, and sat herself on the edge of a counter, crossing her legs and blowing a smoke ring towards the ceiling.  "Hi," she said.