“She has a way of measuring people, and it’s not so much in terms of money, but influence. You see if I may elaborate, if a man is rich, then is rendered without a Sou to his name, then he is useless. However, a skill is not as diminished as easily as the purse.

That Henrietta, she’s like a spider that keeps the flies alive so that she herself can stay alive. I would say that it’s best not to let your guard down. However, once you’re in this web there’s not much hope anywhere else. At least in this web she’ll keep you alive, so long as you have a trait of use to her.” -Anonymous

Henrietta resides on the Seventh Floor. Room: G1

The Vignettes

One of Henrietta's lover’s shoulders passed the other in a narrow hall without saying a word. The ladder is offended by the stranger’s careless nature. Enraged with his fists clenched as he storms to Henrietta to settle the matter with her. She rests against the door frame her still chest heaving from the human experience, followed by a most voluptuous laughter. Before the man can spit an ounce of venom, she smacks him across his mouth for trying.

The prowling cat that was Henrietta Guenier made her way down the stairs, dressed in her best. The lights in the lobby shimmered off her bedazzled dress, she was no doubt ready for a night out in Paris. However, there was one problem she seemed to have.

As it was rounding to the end of the month, she did not have enough money to partake in any sort of night life Paris had to offer. Her eyes shifted slowly, looking for her prey. The tenants say she had a nose for wealth, most made a point to not carry any money on them if they predicted she might be around.

She had a way of approaching those that had, she could read into them, see a simple truth in their frightened gazes.

Philippe Navarre and Louise Bouthilliette watched from their table Henrietta reaching to the ceiling in a full stretch, her shadow imposing over her subjects.

"Looks like the Harpy is ready for the hunt." Phillip quipped to his companion while looking onward.

"Father darling, how has your health been?!"

Monsieur Guenier's eyes widened as she approached. His face turned to his fellow man for any sort of help or hope of it as they watched on as any flock of nature that must sacrifice its own to survive.

"It's never easy to watch..." Louis replied to his friend.

Monsieur Guenier started to weep inconsolably, as he indeed had a large portion of money in a small purse that he had been saving, and he was caught.

Wrapping her arm around his bald head she tenderly pressed her bosom to his face in a motherly way as her talons reached for his purse and slowly pulled at it.

Philippe and Louise could take no more and turned to laugh quietly amongst themselves.

"There there Father, I'll get you your medicine, so you feel better ok...?"

Henrietta seemed unusually on edge one evening. It naturally left all the other tenants on edge. She was much like a dragon that was prone to snap frequently. Rumor had been floating around between the tenants that she had taken in a young lover, however he had swiftly moved on as if to use her for a moment in time and discard her without a care.

It amused a portion of the tenants as it was exactly what Henrietta had done to many other souls in some way or another, at some point or another. However, this was Henrietta, and she would not allow herself to be used in such a way.

She fantasized about gathering some pose from the apartment to go and rough the young man up, maybe even suggest that they might get a discount on the rent if they would do so for her.

"That'll teach him!"

She said out loud drawing the lobby to silence. They turned to her quietly and gazed as gargoyles do, before resuming on their business as if nothing was said at all.