Don't mind me, just doing a stealth redraw of Ch 1 p 25, 6 years later.
Because I want to. And because I can.
As Phaedra panics and sweats, the lady leans over behind her, smiling gleefully.
Cheth: No... I know what's going on here.
One of the skeletal arms reaches a single finger upward, pushing Phaedra's chin back. She looks down, startled.
Cheth: I think a CERTAIN QUESTION has ruined your judgment.
The skeletal arm bends Phaedra as far backward as she can lean - only to meet the red-eyed, sharp-toothed face of Cheth's female half, smiling broadly down at her. The woman's voice echoes as she speaks.
Cheth: Well, Phaedra? AM I A PRETTY LADY?
She pushes her so far backward that Phaedra collapses with a BONK on the floor. Her eyes are still wide - seemingly too stunned to feel pain. The lady's heeled boot strides past her.
Cheth: How funny that we share the same excellent taste.