The door swung open with low, echoey<em>creak</em>- A cool breeze from without sweeping the dust in sudden eddies, before it closed behind the new arrival...<br/><br/>Violet leather creaked as she stretched, pacing forward, her feet arched high on heeled boots; Slowly, silken hips rolling beneath a sinfully short microskirt, Lucille L'lendre, Witch of the Fourth Chantry, approached the old crone, the green light of the screen glistening off pale, flawless flesh~! There was a soft whine of relaxing servoes as the steely length of her Gunner's Broom- A seamless fusion of magic and technology, the end flaring out in a dazzling array of fins and panels, tapering off to a long, rifled barrel- ticked over gently, the runes machined into the metal glowing with a neon light...<br/><br/>The wide brim of Lucille's pointy hat cast odd shadows on her sultry face, sea-green eyes demurely downcast, the blonde curls of her twintails cascading over slim shoulders, left bare by her tight leather basque- The straps stood out starkly against her skin as she curtseyed, those long, long legs, sheathed in sleek fishnes, meeting with a gentle *rasp* of fabric.<br/><br/>"I'm home, Grandmother~" Lucille purred, in that honey-sweet voice of hers, sounding ever-so-slightly breathless; The lovely witch had travelled far and wide, in the name of the Sisterhood, but the Grandmother had always held her utmost respect! Clasped behind her back, those slim fingers fidgeted in their fingerless gloves, candy-striped to the elbow as she waited- As ever ready to do whatever her beloved Grandmother commanded!<br/>