Within moments Raman sees the long, firmly contoured legs of a woman 
descending the stairs on heels like stilettos. Then the body comes into view, 
lusciously curved and clad in a filmy black body stocking. The woman moves like 
a cat, slowly and sensually. Her hair is a heavy mane of onyx silk. Her eyes glare even as her mouth puckers. She 
strolls past him, gazing down at him over her shoulder. She pauses before 
Sarabande, then turns to stroll back the other way.