“Come in,” she said. The radio was switched off.
When he opened it up, he saw her in her bed, surrounded by pink satin sheets. She had a book open – she often read while the radio played – but closed it and put it to the side. It was a hard backed book with a cover that suggested it was one of the classics of which Mistress Tatiana was so fond and of which she had quite a collection.
Today Mistress Tatiana was not wearing pink. She had on her delicate lavender robe decorated with a pattern of softly colored flowers. Her golden blonde hair was pulled back from her face and spilled across her shoulders. She was letting it grow and it would soon be down to her waist, The Man thought. On her face she wore her usual foundation and blush, a deep wine red lipstick, mascara but no false eyelashe
