It was when I first arrived here. It was high in the mountains, during a blizzard. I was in a strapless dress that was slit to the thighs and thin fashionable boots. Nothing else. I had to make my way down - this was long before the whole peninsula knew the routine with which newcomers arrived. That was when I met my husband, actually.

[So long ago, now. It's still something of a funny thing to her, how she'd made a comment about not even caring if she lost her feet as long as she got off the damned mountain. But she supposes she'd been right - she doesn't care anymore.]

All you need to do is man the camera, Timothy. Unless you'd fancy yourself a director, but I do offer private performances of a far racier variety than offered at the theater. I decided to simply do something akin to that.