Soubrette glanced around the room, the fine wine... maybe getting to her a bit. She'd taken a seat on a plush feinting couch along the wall to remove herself politely from the conversation she was having. Reaching up next to her...stroking the petal of a flower set in a beautiful arrangement on the end table adjacent to her... it dawned on her that several of those flowers were exceedingly rare or illegal. Someone paid a lot of money just to have those flowers sit in a vase. What's the harm in a bit of make believe.... Soubrette always wanted to be a princess, just the same as any other girl.