"I see, Mistress." Ivy said, blinking slowly, looking at the drow for a long, long minute as she shivered. Then she murmured, likely just loud enough to hear. "Right...the doctors said...I was engineered to be like this with drow. Probably<em>just</em>for her..."<br/><br/>Shivering again, she looked inside of the closet and almost blanched. How much money had Midnight spent on a slave she might never find?! It took her a long minute, before she finally sighed and took one that felt more...Arabian in style. She may as well dress to flatter Midnight, after all. Choosing clothing in a sapphire blue to contrast with her hair, she headed out and spoke softly. "I am ready, Mistress Midnight. Do I meet your approval?"