<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Victorian Room - On top of the bed.</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Around seven thirty in the evening, Friday</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux and Apollo</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em>- Masked Removed<br/><hr/><br/>The Victorian Room had always been one of her favorite little places within the Club House.  In some ways, it felt almost akin to a second home, a place she had been within so often, with and without her brother.  If the walls could talk, she had mused to herself, always, as she entered the grand, relic room of an opulent antiquity.<br/><br/>Doors of a dark, rich oak were thrown open as Artemis entered the room.  She offered no instruction, no words of her own, to their new little friend that evening.  Such interactions were left to her brother, who, from the sound of it, always seemed to revel in such moments.<br/><br/>Within the confines of the room, behind the closed and locked doors of the infamous, comfortable Victorian Room, Artemis had no need for the mask upon her face.  Idly she untied it, dropping it upon a nearby dresser with a soft thud.  The muscles in her face flexed and scrunched, enjoying the feel of the mask being removed.  It had served it's purpose, as far as she had been concern.  Now that they were alone, in private quarters, such a thing was only an unnecessary obtrusion to deal with.<br/><br/>Wine, she thought to herself, stepping over to a glass decanter containing the dark, scarlet vintage.  She had begun to help herself, pouring a little of the grape into her glass as her brother spoke.  Lee could not help but to laugh gently at the memory of the boy.  “Toby...” She murmured, shaking her head slightly in amusement.  The young man who was eager to please.  The young man they had conquered together.  “Now that was a good little sheep to play with.”<br/><br/>The memory was vivid in her mind as she sauntered over to the large four post bed.  Lifting the long, sheer gown that served as her robe, Lee slowly climbed atop the plush coverings, lounging across the bed as she watched her brother look over the little goodies at their disposal.<br/><br/>“I would start with the beads.  Save Barney for last.” She commented, swirling the contents of her glass in hand.  “We don't want a repeat of dear little Doule'...  I can still remember how she tapped out just before the fun began.”