“The only thing that ever stopped me being exactly who I wanted, was the worry that I would soon be dead… and now I am dead, Reverend Daughter, and I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.”
[ID: Dulcinea is facing the viewer with a thorny red vine curling around her body and her hand. She has cropped curly brown hair and large blue eyes. There are faded greenish roses behind her, and there is blood around her nose and mouth. /end ID]