Lady Samantha walked all the way to the entrance of the Dump-House, a fierce determined look pasted all over her face.
Her mind boiled, knowing without fail that the success of her administration in this damned game was tied up to what happened next. Now as not the time to sit back and just let things happen.
After all, she had done that all along but where had she gone to, with that? Basically nowhere. In fact, the same Claire who had promised her to teach her about the magic thingy had not come through with it. She sighed now, she just could not blame the woman.
Madame Claire had been through for her and if she was going to be honest about it, Madame Claire was a touch of motherly feeling. Almost as if she was still Sam and she had never for once been to this world. There was somet
