"1.00am. Again room 303 with her bursts of madness. Tranquillizers obviously didn’t help. The situation was out of control. The security guard as a ghost bent down and stared nervously through the keyhole. White walls. White hair. With black roots. Black nails. Porcelain face. Clothes in black-white stripes. Lucille was admittedly beautiful, refined in a French way. Appearing deceptively gentle as baby pink at first glance. Dangerously provocative a second later. Ferociously unpredictable at third look. What a visual illusion she was.