The intoxicating sound of jazz lured Veritas into the grand hall. She entered, distilling her spirit throughout the room like the scent of a smooth whiskey. Her feather fans shimmered like emeralds through the smoky haze. As she passed the waltzing couples, she exuded a force field of romance. Veritas exchanged diffuse gazes with the crowd. They turned their attention toward her, anticipating her reveal. Truth emanated from her eyes to theirs. Is there anything sexier? The connections, the chivalry, the art, the jazz... this is where she thrived.
V. Stands For Truth, My Love.