Lady Ammaret is known in society as a somewhat eccentric person, not devoid of eroticism. A languid look from under the eyelashes, an easy attitude to flirting and a love of ambiguous phrases - this is what attracts her fans, the number of which is far from diminishing with every shocking trick of this lady. Ammaret mercilessly breaks the stereotype about "blue stockings", because few acquaintances believe from the first time that she is a scientist, and not a flirtatious secretary (oh, those lovers of labeling!). Ammaret is changeable - now she is kissing with a gentleman to her heart, and after a minute she calmly pushes him away and rushes to write down the idea that has come to mind. Sensuality and closeness for her is another way to know the world, it is not surprising that it is in this mood that sometimes the whole picture clicks into place, any relaxation of the mind is only good. Ammaret doesn't follow fashion - she asks it. In any case, she herself is firmly convinced of this, the opinion of others does not play a role here, this is not a discussion of the study at a scientific conference. She needs more impressions, more knowledge. Crawling into the mouth of a strange creature just because you are interested in the location of the teeth? No problem. Make an appointment with your admirer, languidly promising a wonderful evening, then forget and not show up, skip all the calls, just because the components came together? Give two. Surprisingly, this only makes her more loved and forgiven for all delays, forgetfulness and excessive harshness, if you disrupt her flight in thoughts. Just an eccentric lady, stuck between the eyelids and easily changing the hypostasis of an air maiden to an annoying, annoying scientist with a running start in three seconds. It's just that it's not typical, except that the collection of trophies is impressive and somehow does not fit with all of its images - few people have collected such a huge number of angel feathers, also arranged with such manic accuracy, each one has a card written in neat handwriting. Her collection is not similar to what and how a scientist would collect, but rather a criminologist recreating a picture of a crime. Or is it just her thinking criminal? Ammaret's admirers would have laughed at such a suggestion, because she does not at all look like a person capable of such, even with all her eccentricity. Only bad luck ... no one realizes that there is very much, well, very little of a person in her. And whoever talks a lot does not live long, so there is nothing surprising in the fact that her secret remains only her secret.