Fan Casting Nan in Portrait of a Lady

Sir Henry's silent mistress, a vision of porcelain beauty draped across his penthouse—seen but never heard, present but never acknowledged. She is dismissed by Connie as harmless decoration, an ornament of wealth and power. The truth is far colder. When the mask is torn away, what lies beneath is not flesh but metal, not a lover but a weapon. She is the final evolution of Sir Henry's genius: a security robot indistinguishable from a woman until the moment she attacks, and the last thing James Bond expects to find between himself and the woman he came to save.