On that debonair arm hung none other than Sonya Sterling who emerged from the lift dressed head to toe in a gorgeous burgundy suit. Even I could tell that it was the finest wool boucle with fur cuffs, dyed to match, at her wrists and collar. Her glorious hair swished around her cheekbones as if in slo-mo. Burgundy stockings hugged Sonya’s legs, which teetered seductively in a pair of burgundy suede boots with fur cuffs just like on the jacket. She was reed thin and stunning and she looked, for all the world, like a vial of blood.