As you enter the chamber, you notice the aroma of burning herbs, it's smell is familiar, but you can't quite place it. A young girl behind the desk stands. "Hello,"she extends her hand, you notice the tattoo, a garland of red roses intertwined with silver barbed wire that circle her wrists, "I am Prince Celeste Heavens, Welcome!" The young girl has long wavy reddish-blonde hair, worn parted down the middle and startling emerald eyes, she wears a purple paisley halter top, no shoes, and hip hugger bell-bottoms that accentuate the tatttoo that circles her small waist,silver barbed wire entwined with a garland of red roses. She looks about 18 years old. "Don't be confused by my appearance", she says with a bright smile," I am much older than I look."

She walks around the large ebony desk and sits down in a luxurious leather chair, "please have a seat," motioning to another chair on the other side of the desk. She looks at a bright red lava lamp that sits bubbling in the corner, casting strange shadows across the room.

"I am Prince of this godforsaken city, and not by my choice, and Squire of the Duchy of the White Sands, but I really hate the titles.", she says with a bright smile. "I'm Toreador, and very proud of that, I am an Artiste." She gets up and fetches a book, which she hands to you,"a small sampling of my best work." She smiles happily, as you peruse the book of tattoos.

She gets up and walks around the large room, stops at the windows and looks out. She turns and smiles ,"But why have you come?"