Madame hurriedly rushed about the Parlour making sure everything was in place before opening its doors to the public. The Parlour was always the last area to open up each time she set up her Carnival. It was her own personal space, in a way, though one she was more than willing to share with others. And since Madame was a perfectionist, with an eye for detail, she always made sure it was "just right" before opening.<br/><br/>She turned down the lights and set some relaxing music to play softly in the background. Adjusting the sign above the door, she finally felt it was ready. She unlocked the doors and set up the signage outside to read that she was "In". She figured she might be alone for awhile, but you never can tell with these things.<br/><br/>Wandering over to the bar, she went to the service station and called out for a mojito, watching as it appeared before her in the blink of an eye. Taking the glass and wandering over to her favourite lounge chair, she settled in and took a few sips before setting her drink on the table before her. Pulling out her little black device, she ran a quick check to make sure things were running smoothly. Satisfied, she put the device away and picked up her drink again. Sighing as she took another sip of the cool liquid, the minty-lime flavour enhanced by the tang of the rum, she was quite happy that things were going so well.