After dismissing her subordinates and relocating to a comfortable white and gold chaise lounge, which she lay across like a cat, Khalia took a long drag from an opium pipe, her blue, cat-like eyes glinting predatorily as she sensually remarked, "You've been a busy little Gryphon..."
"For what reason has the Great Raja asked for my presence...?" asked Will, his expression and tone flat as he sat atop a red, gold-backed chair with a distinctive pattern of intertwining snakes.
"Come now, little Oirthear...you really should learn how to mix business and pleasure..." hummed Khalia, the tip of her fox-like tail curling as she took another long drag of her pipe and exhaled a long stream of smoke that transformed into a winged Dragon that dispersed against the barrier enveloping Will's body.
