The pale woman moves silently across the floor. It is morning at the House of Chance just after the dawn. She moves towards a small table near one of the large windows. She sits comfortably in the dim rays of the winter morning sun.
A moment of peace.
Many of the guest of the House of Chance have not yet woken. There is no one to which she needs to serve drinks at this hour. No one is playing games at the tables. She draws a small, colored paper from her robe and briefly inspects it before placing it on her table. She begins working with the paper slowly placing precise folds.