There is a briefly ungainly shuffling moment as the guard clearly attempts to make a decision as to whether she should back up to allow the bowing or end up standing awkwardly close.  She clears her throat again and gives a brief nod as she places a hand on Yula's shoulder.  "Yes, Dignitary.  The Great Lady will wish for your presence very soon," she intones in her husky voice, gently leading Yula back into the room.  At this point, the other Pleasure Guard is also alerted and works her shoulders gently as though limbering herself up to tackle a thief.<br/><br/>Once away from the library, the first Pleasure Guard releases Yula's shoulder and makes several brief hand gestures.  This is responded to with several respondent gestures and then both guard's backs stiffen.  "The Great Lady wishes for your presence," they murmer out in unison before taking hold of the massive handles of the double doors leading into Malrefesh's chambers.<br/><br/>With a great creaking sound that speaks to the age of this place, the doors open letting in a dim blue light.  The room inside has the feeling of a study with various books and writing desks set out haphazardly, enough dust in the air that it practically looks like mist.  An enormous window above one of the desks looks out over the drow city faintly thrumming glowing stones like purple fireflies stuck in place.  Despite the academic furnishings, the room is certainly meant to be a grand one with enormously tall ceilings and several columns, it's original purpose clearly as a miniature throne room.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/29/c3/03/29c30390626091530ea9ed28f8d6bed1.jpg)</div>The woman sitting at one of these desks must be the Great Lady Malrefesh.  Hair more white than blonde falls about her shoulders as she writes carefully on a parchment, her clothing clinging to her pale body.  She is dressed in an ancient elven style, flowing skirts and leather tight about the body,  and has the sharp ears of the elves, though her sunken cheeks and blue lips take some of her majesty away.  Kneeling at her side is a faint skeletal apparition, waiting on her command.  She turns slightly and stands from her seat, the action taking a lengthened pregnant moment as though she will simply fall to dust.  Though her body and face appear young, there is a weight of agelessness to her eyes and movements.<br/><br/>"I understand," comes her voice, echoing in the lofty chamber, "That you had wished to speak with Me.  Come inside, Dignitary."  She holds out a hand and makes a beckoning gesture, a tugging feeling coming to Yula's chest as though someone is gently pulling on the front of her dress.<br/><br/><strong>Yula, you find yourself before the Great Lady Malrefesh with two Pleasure Guard at your back.  What do you do?</strong>