Truth and lies: such a simple dichotomy. I have something I know I want - so I lie to get it. Noone else knows what I want, or they believe it to be a lie, so they assume what I tell them is true, and the world keeps spinning.
Some people seem to think everything is motivated by sex. And maybe it is, a little, but so what? Nothing wrong with a healthy fascination, or desire. This belief also makes it very easy to manipulate people with the sheer idea of sex. Fun!
The bedroom is a woman's domain. It makes sense that she died here, that she confided in Emilia here, that she begged for her life here. Not every woman has the bedroom as her domain, but she did, garbed in floaty white cloth, same as the bedsheets. She was fascinating. It's a shame she had to die.