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The room I was to be further imprisoned in was expansive and excessive, like the rest of the house and its grounds. A large, four poster bed sat in the middle beside a large window that looked out into the darkness of the light. As I took a few steps towards the window, I saw it had an excellent view of the fountain that stood in the middle of the roundabout by the large front doors.
"You're very lucky, this room has an excellent view," I heard Pallas say from behind me as she bounded into the room, her arms full of black dresses.
I walked up to her examining the clothing in her arms, and sighed. "Am I going to dinner, or a funeral?" I asked.
Maybe it will be a funeral if you don't play your cards right, I told myself.
"Miss Severinovna is very particular," Pallas replied like she had taken it personally. "I'm so lucky you're my size. The last time we had a guest I had to try to find an evening gown in the middle of the night. Do you know how hard it is the find an evening gown at that hour?"
Pallas laid the dresses out on the bed, and all I saw was a sea of black with different shimmers of silk, taffeta, and other fine materials. She eyed me like Audra, admiring them all for their differences, but I only saw that same black dress four times. She examined each one, letting the fabric run through her fingers.
"Now, this one, is perfect," she said, holding it up to me.
"It's to die for." The sarcasm in my voice all too apparent to Pallas as she thrust the dress into my arms and directed me towards the bathroom to change.
"You know, you are very lucky," she reminded me from behind the bathroom door.
"You keep bringing that up," I noted.
"I keep bringing it up in the off chance you might start to understand it," she said.
"What makes me so lucky?" I asked, stepping out from the bathroom, and smoothing down the front of the black dress as I stood in front of Pallas.
“Out of all the vampires that could have made you, you hit the genetic jackpot with Luca. Me? I’m descended from Metrodoa, one of the most diluted lines out there. You? Well you’re three degrees of separation from Nyx herself, and that’s a nice place to be these days.” She followed the lines of the dress as they followed my shoulders, straightening out the fabric the best she could.
“Lucky me,” I said with a sigh, as she turned me around, letting examining myself in the giant standing mirror.
“You’re in the big leagues, kid. You should be thankful,” she said, looking at me in the mirror with a satisfied smile.
After a few moments of eyeing me with satisfaction and a satisfied smile, she said, “I do great work.”
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