Alice can't help but stare at her, this lovely Queen of Hearts. She's not simply pretty; she's downright gorgeous. Slender, elegant, with perfect skin and features and just the right touch of makeup, Vivaldi is a perfect example of a beautiful and mature woman.
She sips her tea with all the grace her station implies, calm and seeming at perfect ease. While Alice knows that Vivaldi is known as a "Tyrant Queen" and has quite the temper, this evening she shows none of that. Perhaps it is because it is evening, or perhaps because she has her tea. It may even be because you are there as well.
If Alice wore that dress, she would probably look silly. Vivaldi just makes it all the more beautiful. Red also suits her so well, while Alice looks positively ill in the color. It's too mature a color for her.
"Alice, are you going to drink your tea?"
Vivaldi's warm, rich voice interrupts her thoughts, making her blink. "Drink my…? Oh, yes, of course." She lifts your teacup to take a hasty sip even as she speaks.
The Queen of Hearts chuckles at her response. "You're so very cute, Alice." She lifts a manicured hand to cup the Outsider's cheek, gently stroking the skin. "Our dear Alice… we are always so pleased when you join us for tea."
Her smile is as warm as her voice, making Alice smile in return even as she blushes. Vivaldi is beautiful, but she is most beautiful when she smiles, rather than when she is cold and playing her role.