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It was one of those mornings where Madison felt ill at ease, and by morning of course it is meant somewhere around 2pm in accordance to the schedule the magician usually kept. The sky seemed to match her mood as it rumbled with dissatisfaction, heralding distant storms and the certain promise of rain. Perhaps the gods could sense her need for cleansing and for that she was thankful, for though she would often turn to the arms of lovers for forgiveness it was only the forces of nature themselves that could purify her spirit.
She sat wearing a silk robe patterned with teal and gold. The design was Arabic which by tradition featured no image of man or nature, something which fascinated her to no end. It hung loosely over her and only remained closed for the company she was expecting: after all she did have a sense of dressing for an occasion.
Clutching the green dragon between her fingertips the sorceress looked over her garden, one that while being rich and vibrant was also wild and unkempt. This in complete contrast to the gardens at the front of the mansion which were neat, trimmed and bridged by smooth, pale green lawns through which civilized society could wander all day. This was of course deliberate and to Madison was deeply symbolic. To see one so neat and pristine and the other so out of control and wild was a testament to human beings, the control they asserted over the world around them and the harsh reality that they were oft times secondary to the world they lived in.
Stepping out onto the cobblestones of the back veranda one of Madison's slaves stood and politely awaited acknowledgment. "Pardon, mistress," the rather uncomfortable looking student in the fishnets and skimpy maid outfit began, "but your guest has arrived."
"Good, good," she replied without so much as looking at him. "Escort her in and bring us some tea, and be quick about it or it comes out of your arse." Of course it wasn't so much of a threat as it was a certainty: after all it was expected from her in these games of power. Not that she naturally enjoyed being as cruel, but rather she gained pleasure in the liberties she was provided by a slave, not to mention his mutual enjoyment in all of this.
Drawing back more deeply on her joint she prayed that Miriam wasn't in the mood for games. Madison had other things to occupy her thoughts such as the dark nature of her current employer...