(http://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/images/110/60908-1344059166.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Clothing</div><div class="spoiler_body">Naked under a gold robe with a black velvet design threaded throughout</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Karen Morhen - Personal Bedroom---> Bath House<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucrezia<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The late afternoon turned as the sunlight waned, its lunar brethren taking over the darkening sky as evening settled in. With winter just around the corner, it seemed like this time had grown exceptionally cooler with each passing day. Bellatrix was currently in her bedroom, a lavishly decorated place high up in the tower with a balcony and east-facing windows that one could see for miles out. It was polished with rich deep woods, cherry blends, dark emerald green curtains trimmed with gold fanned the floor to ceiling windows, paintings lined the walls, warm rugs covered the hard floors, and black sheets were always on her large bed. It smelled of her: roses, fire, and sugar, a sweet and delicate perfume that hung heavily in the air. It was a luscious place, and very different from the other bedrooms in Kaer Morhen as she copied, purchased, and imitated the colors and feel of her home back in Zerrikania, a hot place, so different from these frigid Northern Lands, with scorched sands, spicy chilies, exotic colors, and dark dusty skinned people.<br/><br/>All around her were candles lit, glowing her in a golden radiance that only made her natural beauty more splendid and magnificent, but now was not the time to focus on such things, especially since she and Mael were avoiding each other. Now she used such light to read over the letter she now held in her hand:<br/><br/>It detailed an interesting request by Hereward III, the Duke Prince of Ellander, a very familiar family to Bellatrix, that was composed with a very deliberate and exquisite hand. The paper was fine, lightly scented of lavender, and marked beautifully, displaying the young man's wealth he inherited from his father; a wealth that could host an annual masquerade ball for the local nobles, but could not hire soldiers to deal with a pair of mated and nesting griffins on his grounds. In the letter he offers a lucrative contract for the removal of the beasts, as well as invitations to the ball afterwards as his honored guests where he, privately, will give Bellatrix something she had sought out for years.<br/><br/>It was an heirloom to the family, but a seemingly useless trinket to the young Duke who saw no monetary value in it. Bellatrix, however, knew the age of the crystal and exactly what to do to make it powerful. To her, the gold was nothing when compared to the crystal, and thus something she would easily offer to any interested Witchers the following morning after speaking with Lucrezia.<br/><br/>Slipping the letter inside her robe and against her naked breast, Bellatrix stood up from her lavish bed and walked towards the door. Stepping out into the hallway, she waved her hand once, extinguishing every candle that had been lit in her room, before closing and locking the door behind her. The hallway was much colder than her room had been and very dark with only a few torches in the hallway to light the way. She was currently barefoot, her slender feet balancing on her long toes in an effort to keep as minimal contact to the cold stone floor as possible.<br/><br/>Walking silently through the shadows, passing the rooms of her fellow Lodge Members, Bellatrix made her way towards Lucrezia's room. She and her friend had a method of unwinding every so often, to discuss things privately and intimately by heading downstairs late at night to the bath house for a long, hot soak. Bellatrix currently held a bottle of fine wine for them to share, leaving the glasses behind for tonight.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the door, the woman knocked in a way that would tell her friend it was her, and as soon as the door was opened she would pop in, giggling like a child sneaking around and greeting her friend with a quick kiss on her mouth.<br/><br/>"<strong>Are you ready?</strong>" She asked the other woman with great mirth while holding up the bottle she held with one hand and her golden robe closed with the other. She was already naked underneath. "<strong>I have something very important to show you once we are downstairs..."</strong>