Krisandra "Kris" Elis's Questionnaire

New York City, in the Lower Manhattan area. I work in Wall Street, of course I would have a splendid apartment in the area. It's quite quaint. An excellent view of the cityscape, wonderful business-minded people. None of those bottom feeders to gawk at, mind you. But I'm getting off topic, aren't I dear? I don't really buy into the whole "minimalism" fad. You're wealthy, darling! Plus you must have some semblance of personality in that, frankly, gaudy visage of yours. Anyways, my favorite dry cleaner is only a block away. If you value the fit and trim of your clothes, and I implore that you must, I do highly recommend them.

Money? Pah! It's simple business, darling. Shares, stocks, securities. Trading, bundling, selling. I make a modest and stable income, while enjoying life's simple frivolities. I imagine anyone could if they tried. Ah, but the consuming. That's the juicy headliner, isn't it? "What does the high and mighty Ms. Elis indulge in? What obscenities can we capture?" I know your type. But if you must know, and I assume you'll die if I don't tell you, I do much enjoy, can we say, more artist endeavors. Why, I commission what must be a dozen freelance artists. The truly Renaissance kind. Oh? But what of? Erm, I, uh, only accept displays of true natural beauty*, shall we say. Your Van Goghs and your Da Vincis. Truly marvelous work. Of course, I do also purchase an array of the newest technology, the finest cars, splendid watches, exquisite suits. But you know all that, or I imagine you should know all that.

* it's Queen Chrysalis fanart, fanfics, etc