Setting: Byzantine courtesan in a palace corridor.
Fabric: deep Byzantium purple silk, gold quatrefoil medallion pattern.
Outcome: painterly golden glow.
The veil lifts, just slightly, just enough. Some gestures are for no one but yourself, a private adjustment before the room decides what you are.
The fabric does the rest of the talking: gold medallions worked into deep purple silk, a color no one wears by accident. Byzantium never let a woman forget what she was worth in a doorway.