Victorian Nocturne

Whenever Berdette needed a mood pick-me-up, she discreetly searched her immense circle of friends for who was hosting a seance. To the average spiritualist they were quite serious affairs, she was sure, shrouded in mystery and the Great Beyond. For someone who has seen the shadows crawl and heard them insidiously whisper, it was like watching children pretending to be grown-ups. Oh no, the candle has flickered! That must mean a spirit is here. Even before she arrived, Berdette was having a ball imagining all the mocking she would be doing that night. Ooo, but what if she made something really happen? Wouldn't that give her weeks of glee? Oh yes, at so and so's seance Unmemorable Git had a seizure! Like he was possessed by a spirit!

Maybe it was time for a little fun. At someone else's expense, of course!

Berdette couldn't let anyone else in though, so she put on her most demure dress and bound her hair in a simple psyche knot. White lace gloves were her only decoration for the evening, though in general gloves were a staple in her wardrobe. She considered the hands to be the most fragile structure of the body, as it took minimal effort to cause them extreme pain. Better to hide them out of plain view.

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