Ordinarily, after a hard day's work, you spend your evenings in the workers' district, full of people like yourself, hailing from the overseas colonies of France and even territories beyond. After your latest breakthrough in demonology research and experimentation, you decided to treat yourself. You came to this cleaner, more pleasant part of town, hoping to have a more expensive meal and enjoy a night out. But now, you could curse your choice to come here.
"Nothing to say?" the noblewoman demands, standing in the center of the walkway. A crowd has started to gather around you on both sides of the street, drawn by the spectacle. "You run into me and think you can keep walking?"
Honestly, you hadn't even noticed bumping into her.
When the noblewoman looks at you, who does she see?