The room where she resided was dark.  The walls draped rather stiflingly in swathes of velvet and silk, until one would think they had entered a cavern, rather than just another darkened bedroom.  The colors were hard to see in the darkness, though with the lights on one would find themselves surrounded by several shades of crimson and a deep, rich brown.  A long chaise lounge seems to dominate the far wall, a creature upon it, around it.  Her slender arms curled beneath her head, her cheek resting against her forearm.  Lips slightly parted in sleep.  Her form slender, the skin a supple pink that seemed to draw the eye in the darkness of the room.<br/><br/>Long violet coils curled around the seeming bed, draped over the edge, coiled beneath it, the tip slowly shifting against the floor, twitching lightly.  The sudden yell would jar her rather suddenly from a deep, and needed!, sleep.  The girl jumping, panting softly as she was ripped from the mixture of pleasure and horror of her own dream, into the darkened reality of her room.  Several degrees warmer than the rest of the place, nearly like she was curled within a sauna.<br/><br/>Her long, supple spine arching as she would try to wake herself from the dream to the reality, panting softly as little pieces of it would flit across her consciousness.<br/><br/><em> Golden eyes gleaming as her long nail would draw down the girl's smooth cheek, the raised crimson like along pale flesh.  The human lass shivering, trying to pull away, but held in place by the collar.  “Tsk, nary be moving, pet.. Lest ye like to join the others..”  Surrounded by creatures and men.. and yet utterly alone..  Statuary unmoving in their places.  Some bent into odd positions, others on their knees, begging, one stone man even seemed to be kissing the ground, or perhaps, feet that had once been there..<br/><br/>“No!”  The girl squealed, stilling under the vicious press of nail.  “No please Mistress.. I will be good..”  Her voice high, begging, her supple body shifting into that pleasing stance, knees parted, her hands behind her back, chest pressed forward rather beautifully.  <br/><br/>“Good girl..”  That vicious fanged smile as she would trail her fingers down that cheek, leaving an angry welt down the girls jaw, her neck, finally curling her nails against that taut nipple.  <br/><br/>The girl squealed, her body writhing slightly, hips lifting, her head falling back as those nails would bite into tender flesh.  “Ah Mistress Medusa!”  Whimpered, cried out..</em><br/><br/>She wanted to cry.  To scream.  She was not her Sister.  And yet such dreams had become startlingly familiar to her.  Her body shaking as she tried to wash away the last of it with wakefulness.  Someone had been calling.. Not for her, perhaps, but it was better to be out of the comforting darkness, somewhere where she could remind herself who she was.. and what she was doing here..<br/><br/>That slithering movement, slowly uncoiling herself from the chaise, those long coils, seeming as though they might be too bulky, unruly, and yet she moved with a shifting grace, seeming without effort, untangling herself slowly from the bed.  Wetting her lips, slowly wiping the sleep from her eyes, she would stop, her own slitted gaze drawing over her half-seen form, the darkness hiding move than the pale glow of pink skin from her.  With a sigh she would clench her fist, a little squeal of pain falling from her lips as she would, painfully, slowly, force her body through the transformation that would draw those long coils into something that might be more of an ease to her companions minds..<br/><br/>Collapsing to the ground she would pant, her fingers digging into the floor, convulsing slightly, her forehead pressed to the cool marble.  Where long violet scales had been were now two slender legs. Pink and undoubtedly nude.  Her toes wiggling as she would try to regain her sense of self, feeling it shattered by the change.  Monster.  Other.  Human.  Closer, at least, her fingers softly drawing over the crimson snake's head, her favorite, usually curled against her neck.<br/><br/><div align="center">¤°*°¤</div><br/>Dressed in Grecian style.  The white cloth pooled over one shoulder, drawing over the rounded bust to gather just under her breasts, spilling straight down her slender form, parting under the movement of long legs.  Slitted eyes drawing over the familiar form of the older man. Catulus.  One of the few guiding forces in her life.  A slow smile touching her lips, though her teeth never show.<br/><br/>“What is going on?”  Her voice soft, coming up the staircase into the more social rooms of the building.  She rarely bothered to light candles or torches, preferring the dim and dark places to those well lit areas.  Her gaze wandering over those present.  The older gentleman, the slave, the other members who had become somewhat familiar to the reclusive Gorgon.  Hissing snakes proving to be an odd counterpoint to her movements, snapping at anything that got too near, from inert walls, to flesh.  Though she was careful not to invade anyone's personal space.  All she needed was someone whining because one of her companions bit them..<br/><br/>The slender form moving slowly into the room, near silent save for the loud complaints of her companions, writhing as they were around her head.  "Taking in slaves, Catalus?  I did nary think you were the sort to like them.. chained.."  Her cheeks flushing even as she tried to keep her voice on an even keel.  It was too close to the dream that had haunted her subconscious.  Enough to leave her panicked, off-balance.  Slipping up enough to grin, showing off those long, snake-like fangs around normal humanesque teeth.  Though she meant the smile to ward off her nervousness, it slowly died as she caught the glances of others in the room, her cheeks heating, though her back would straighten, the girl casting glares at the slave as if it were her fault, idly stroking her crimson companion.