Victoria blinked.
"Oh, do you think it's one of Frederick's?" she asked, though his hair was more of a dark brown- though this couldn't possibly...
"CONFOUNDED! What do you mean I can't leave? Don't you know who I am? Who ordered such a ridiculous arrangement? What do you mean some woman? What!? She's int he cellar!?" bellowed a voice from upstairs. It was so loud it made Victoria jump and turn around, her eyes seeking towards the cellar steps. She turned to Urich.
"Seems one of the guests are getting antsy. I wonder if he's the culprit?" she thought outloud, a smug grin stretching across her lips. Moving quick, she held onto her skirts and raced upstairs, just as the man was racing down the steps and the pair quickly collided and soon Victoria and the man was tumbling down teh last pair of steps in some peculiar, painful looking dance until the pair of them both seemed to grip onto the railing at the last second-
And Lord Amalin was hanging over her, curly dark hair across his raging brown eyes;
and Victoria leaning back, barely gripping onto the railing while her own, equally raging brown eyes were looking back at him. And her chest was heaving angrily beneath it's confines, that of which was only a momentary distraction for the Lord who bent over her and quickly righted himself.
"Who are you to give such orders against the Hotel?" the man demanded.
Victoria was taken back by his rudeness.
"I say, not even an apology!"s he started at him with a sniff. "I'll have you know we have a murder on our hands and anyone, even yourself, my good sir, could very well be a culprit!"
"Culprit!?" the man looked at her as if she were mad, fury broiling inside hsi eyes but- GOD'S BE DAMNED! Why was she wearing such an attractive dress!? His eyes kept going down and he found himself havin ga hard time keeping focused on her. But God's, she was infuriating. "I'll have you know I've been working on this case all week and-"
"And what!? If you were plotting to kill someone we already have incriminating evidence that you were the one promoting such atrocities!" Victoria spat back.
Lord Amalin blinked.
"What the devil has gotten up your skirts, woman? My fingerprints would be all over this damn place. I've been here the past week chasing after a man dabbling in some severely acute poisons! Now I asked you a question!" he pressed, angrily backing her up against a wall. "Your name, madame!?"
Victoria gave a start when she found her bare shoulders pressing against the cold stone of the wall of the cellar, but when her lips went to speak- she couldn't say anything as this man's eyes were now glued to her chest. Anger flooded through her as she begna to suddenly clobber him with her purse.
"I am Miss Victoria Armani, and I'll have you know you can not just publicly stare at me like that or I'll have my fiance clobber you once, then twice to the moon!" she shouted, smashing her purse into his skull again and again.
At first, Lord Amalin had cowered away as the purse was painfully smashed into his head, but then thrust his hand outward, latching onto the purse and yanked the woman forward, his hair a dark, moppish mess about his face as he held her fiercely within his grasp so that NOW her breasts were bulging eve more beneath their constrictive confines.
"CONFOUNDED WOMAN! STOP THAT!" he roared,a nd threw her damn purse aside as it clattered open and the contents scattered about across the floor. Then he shook her. "Do you have any idea what you're even dealing with!?"
"And apparently neither do you!" the woman cried, realizing all of a sudden why the hair smelled like undead- THIS MAN! He reeked of embalming oils! And suddenly her purse was too far away, her enchantments too far out of reach and her hat- OH HER HAT! If only she had a means to be rid of this despicable man-
But instead of waiting for Urich to do something, she tried to beat on the man with her fists.
"UNHAND ME NOW!" she roared.
Lord Amalin growled as her fists smashed into his face.
"LORD, WOMAN!" he bellowed, grabbing onto her wrists and yanking her forward, so that Victoria was forced to press her hand to this man's chest lest they...
well.. let's just say they were in too far of an intimate looking and compromising position that Victoria began to wonder what had become of her fiance... whens he suddenly shouted.
"URICH! GRAB THE LIPSTICK IN MY PURSE! AND BE CAREFUL! IT"S ENCHANTED!" she commanded. "He's an undead! I can simply use my powers on him to render him-"
"Wait- what do you mean powers.." Lord Amalin began, when suddenly he was clocked again.
"URICH!" she wailed, stumbling but Lord Amalin still held on fast to one of her arms.
Wait..
His mind began to think back, to deduce when suddenly-
"GOOD GODS!? You're the Victoria Armani!?"