Mrs. Peacock

After gathering the guests names, you ask Mrs. Peacock to join you in the library. Looking her up and down, you see that she wears a dress of deep blue silk, of a classical style, but the neckline dives dangerously, to show the tops of two beautiful breasts. She may be the oldest of the three women, but you can tell that she takes good care of her body.

She notices you staring.
"Might I ask you to put your eyes back in your head, please?" she demands.
"Uh, yeah, sorry," you mutter. "So, tell me what happened to Mr. Body."
"Why should I explain myself to you? Was Body a friend of yours, that lowlife piece of..."
"Look, lady, I don't care if you don't like me, but I'm the one who can tell the police that you didn't do it, so you better start playing nice."

Giving you an appraising look, she sighs.

"I've been rude, I'm sorry. Its just very stressful to be put in these horrid circumstances. But I assure you," she says, stepping closer and laying a hand on your chest, "I can...help...you much more than the other two women can. I can give you information, or assistance in...whatever you need, as long as you help me..."