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For Zach, D, and Missy
Perizada could feel the tension leech from her body as Zach gave her permission to return to her vessel. "Thank you, Master." She whispered.
Rather than make a show of turning to smoke and oozing back into it, she simply ducked fully behind him and disappeared.
Inside her vessel was her own little universe. Room after sumptuous room to meet her every need. Her bedchamber, a library with every book she could possibly imagine, a game room where she could summon other beings from she knew not where to play chess or backgammon or any other game. There was a music room where she could practice various instruments or summon musicians (again, she knew not whence they came) so that she could dance or play with them. Her time in her vessel could be as productive as she wanted it to be. Or she could choose the Dreaming, as she referred to it, a sort of stasis where time stood still for her even as she was vaguely aware of its passing outside the vessel.
Since she expected to be summoned shortly, she went to her dressing room and selected and discarded various outfits, put her hair up, let her hair down, put it back up again. She spent some time choosing a scent to wear. If she was to see D again, she wanted to be devastatingly beautiful in every respect to make him rue sending her away for so long. Besides, busying herself with her toilette kept her mind off of what she had seen. She decided on a more traditional costume that was very demure. After seeing the display of all that naked flesh on stage, she thought going in the opposite direction would make more of a statement. She put on layer after layer of clothing and enough jewelry so that every movement was accompanied by the tinkling of bells.
Her thoughts went back to that woman, doing those horrible things to D, and him allowing it, encouraging it. She wanted to turn them both to cinders. She had many masters who degraded her and enjoyed doing it, Orsino being the last of several. To do it willingly . . . she just couldn't fathom it. The world had twisted D into something else.
She paced once again waiting for her summons.
				
			Perizada could feel the tension leech from her body as Zach gave her permission to return to her vessel. "Thank you, Master." She whispered.
Rather than make a show of turning to smoke and oozing back into it, she simply ducked fully behind him and disappeared.
Inside her vessel was her own little universe. Room after sumptuous room to meet her every need. Her bedchamber, a library with every book she could possibly imagine, a game room where she could summon other beings from she knew not where to play chess or backgammon or any other game. There was a music room where she could practice various instruments or summon musicians (again, she knew not whence they came) so that she could dance or play with them. Her time in her vessel could be as productive as she wanted it to be. Or she could choose the Dreaming, as she referred to it, a sort of stasis where time stood still for her even as she was vaguely aware of its passing outside the vessel.
Since she expected to be summoned shortly, she went to her dressing room and selected and discarded various outfits, put her hair up, let her hair down, put it back up again. She spent some time choosing a scent to wear. If she was to see D again, she wanted to be devastatingly beautiful in every respect to make him rue sending her away for so long. Besides, busying herself with her toilette kept her mind off of what she had seen. She decided on a more traditional costume that was very demure. After seeing the display of all that naked flesh on stage, she thought going in the opposite direction would make more of a statement. She put on layer after layer of clothing and enough jewelry so that every movement was accompanied by the tinkling of bells.
Her thoughts went back to that woman, doing those horrible things to D, and him allowing it, encouraging it. She wanted to turn them both to cinders. She had many masters who degraded her and enjoyed doing it, Orsino being the last of several. To do it willingly . . . she just couldn't fathom it. The world had twisted D into something else.
She paced once again waiting for her summons.
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		