“I am. Welcome to the gallery.”

On days where she opened her art gallery to the general public, days where wearing sunglasses would throw off her guests, she wore custom made, thick contacts, annoying little things that she wanted to tear out of her eyes, but it was necessary if she wanted to sell any of her work. Though they did restrict her vision, her snakes guided her from beneath the veil of her wig. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked, turning around after capping her lipstick. She couldn’t make out too much from the haze of the dark brown film over her red orbs, but it was more than she could hope for.