When Demetria had asked her to fill in for her missing model, Delphinia had thought she was absolutely bonkers. She didn't know a thing about being a model, didn't watch what she ate closely, or at all - she didn't even know how to pose. But that hadn't stop Demetria from believing in her. Or using her.

"Okay, now sit here-" 'Tria said, guiding the younger girl into place. "-There. Wait, fix your hair.. yeah, just right there.. good, now smile-" The Greek woman sighed, "-No, not that I'm a little girl smile."

"Demetria!" Delphi laughed, and smiled cheerfully.

"Better!"