Madame Tea

The original cup of tea

I had an interesting ride home with Madame Tea, a Latin American Tea Shop owner, with a penchant for sparkly clothes. She told me she is part of a network of assassin placed all over Bristol with the sole responsibility of taking out girls so that certain individuals are not distracted by them, for the greater good of humanity. 

Her knowledge of rare teas allows her to strike without detection. Like the Inner Patagonian Chest Tea, which constricts a person's breathing, but with no soil will die and turn to dust after its one night of fatal growth; or the Hurl Ray, which fires razor-sharp leaves like shuriken when disturbed, that travel so fast they are difficult to track with the eye. 

After all that, I'm glad I'm not important enough to not be allowed to be distracted by girls.