She wakes up slowly the next day, feeling well rested. The elf lanterns brighten enough to blind her eyes making her wince, and when she glances out the window, it is as bright as mid-day. She has slept in, and her elven servants who are usually there at the exact same time to wake her everyday have let her. She yawns, she must have overslept because she had slept so late yesterday. A few days out of the madness of LA and she has gotten used to soft life.
As she wakes now, the servants emerge into the room to escort her to her bath. She is the only person in the bath, and she assumes that all of the other concubines have had theirs. When she is done, they escort her back to her room to dress her up.
When she finally emerges into the lounge, she stares at her fellow ladies. They are in an
