"She'd still be drab." Drusilla noted as she stepped lightly over another body, lifting her hem to keep it from the grime and goo covering the ground. It rather looked like more than just had begun congealing, and she didn't want intestines on her skirts. Not when there was noone to show it off to.
There wasn't much about corpses that interested her. You couldn't really drink from them, and only occasionally was there anything interesting to strip off of them. Perhaps a puppy or a necklace from time to time; but most girls had such garish taste these decades.