Seeing that she hasn't missed anything of importance yet, Mistress Xany settles down onto the plush couch.  It is clear by her countenance that the surroundings she is in is her usual standard and not a luxury.  She watches the wannabe huff and puff a few minutes.  She reaches her hand out to her sub.  A hand graceful and almost tender in nature rakes through the girls hair.  She selects out a thin clump of hair and twirls it around her finger.  “Shhhh.”  She says to the girl and then yanks hard on the hair as if venting her pent-up frustrations just a little.  A steam hole in a boiling pot.<br/><br/>Having missed the wannabe's admission of her sub's lack of training and apology, she watches as the sub needs to be called to her.  She rolls her eyes.  She discerns a bit of what she missed.  She looks to the Queen.  Her look is one of being unimpressed so far.  The lack of experience and inability with rope puts her in the 'usual trash' category as far as Mistress Xany is concerned, but she can see a look of curiosity on the Queen's face.<br/><br/>So she sits back, seething a bit that she must wait more to play.  She pulls harder on the girl's hair.  A boot slides to the girl's ass crack and settles into it.  The pull on the girl's hair making it clear she is not to move.<br/><br/>“Miss Wannabe, being a Mistress is more than a penchance for doling out pain and having a haughty attitude.  The more is what I doubt of you.  I can feel your haughty and most anyone can dole out pain.  But there is an art to being a Mistress and a presence to being commanding.  You may refine skill but artistry is in the soul or not.  Presence is something you have or you don't. I would have you skip any further peackocking and get on with proving yourself worthy.”  She flips her free hand to the male she has not spared a glance to at Madison's feet.<br/>