A ghastly pale woman with raven hair and blood red lips reclines lazily on the stone stoop at the entrance to a cottage. Behind her a hag proffers a perfect red apple. The stones wall is weathered and mossy green. The roof is an arch of overgrown branches. Weight resting on one hip, the woman props herself up with arm extended. Embroidered with red flowers, the square neckline of her simple white dress plunges deeply, exposing the hint of her areolae. As she rests back with legs at an angle, her big toe teases the eye socket of a skull set in the lush green vegetation on the ground.