• Ten Minutes Before •
AYA NAAMAH waited patiently on her [Sire] in the spacious room she had all to herself. Her would-be roommate, a pesky vampiress, spent more time in her boyfriend's shack than in the dorm. And so Aya had outdone herself in preparing the room for Rafel's arrival.
'Lord Master would love the serenity. Copenhägen is far quieter than the other halls.'
This was her frame of mind as she sat calmly in a long cream sofa; the fireplace was already going. One look at the room and anyone could tell the theme was the [Underworld], and a cruel guess at the visitor for the night being a demon.
Aya had exchanged the dowdy chandelier above, formerly with diamond drops, for brittle glass of purple in shapes of scorpion tails. The haloes of luminescence it cast on the chamber gave it an ethereal glow. The pillows of the bed in the room just off the partition were lilac and robust, very openly hinting at the sculpt of a woman's body.
Her body.
