<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/N20.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Nadia Medici (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131014.msg5842023#msg5842023)<br/><strong>Race/Position:</strong> Royal Vampire/Princess<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Chadenhoff - Nadia's Bedroom<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ricardo<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/>Nadia lounged, draped on her side across her bed. The curves of her luscious body were accentuated by her tight brilliant red silken dress. Her hip jutted up, matching the height of her head, which rested on a creamy smooth hand. Long brown curls fell around her shoulders and lighted on the cream colored hand woven down comforter. A book lay open in front of her, which captured most of her attention. She glanced up every once in a while to inattentively admire the male slave dancing in front of her.<br/><br/>Her slaves, and there was a multitude of them, were all handpicked white silks specifically from the head of Sygen. They all still wore the original white silks around their necks, now with a fancy “N” embroidered on them. All her possessions wore the finest white silk as she took much pride in them. And they were just that to her. Possessions. She only accepted the most beautiful and handsome men and women to come live at the castle and serve her. And when their beauty began to fade, she’d suck them dry and have the others dispose of the body. Only the most prime specimens did she grant eternal life and freedom from their servitude to her. Though they still wore their white silks, everyone knew they were no longer pure. They were trained by Nadia’s finest in how to best please her, and only her, in every way possible.<br/><br/>The male slave danced to the harp and drum music played by other slaves, while two others stood on either side of the bed and fanned (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Fan.jpg) her. Other slaves lounged about her room while still more stayed on either side in the perspective male and female rooms that adjoined hers.<br/><br/>Her bedroom (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/20090727051121_pic2.jpg) was expansive and extravagant, with the most exquisite and expensive oriental rugs lining the walls and draped on the hard wood floor. There were candles and bejeweled pillows littering the area, with many shiny baubles on tables presented as gifts from various loyal members of the Royal Caste.<br/><br/>Nadia surveyed her room and furrowed her brow. She snapped her fingers once with her free hand and the slave standing by the main entrance door hurried over. She looked up at him with sharp eyes.<br/><br/>“Contact the Royal Architect. I will have my bedroom remodeled. I’m bored of this look,” and with that, she returned her attention to the open book in front of her. Clearly dismissed, the slave bowed, saying “Yes Mistress,” and went off to ring the architect. Nadia didn’t witness the bow with her own eyes but the slave knew she never missed a beat. Had he not given proper etiquette for his station, she would have his head before he could blink.<br/><br/>Nadia stretches languidly and rises from her bed. The musicians continue playing but the dancer rushes to her side, as do the two that were fanning her. She waves them off with a flick of her wrist. The other slaves know not to follow her now. If she wished them to accompany her, she would have made that wish known. She felt the sun set in her bones and leaves her room.<br/><br/>Barging into Ricardo's sitting room without even a knock, she saunters over, hips swaying, and throws herself on the chase lounge opposite him.<br/><br/>"Oh dearest brother," she says, her tone dripping sweetly with sarcasm. Her right arm is up over her head, her right leg bent at the knee, and her ample bosom heaves with a sigh. "What news have we today? I'm bored out of my mind..." She emphasizes each of her last words, trails off, and looks over to him expectantly.