On her first day aboard<em>His Will</em>, Magda emerged from her room into the shared lounge the guest suite offered the acolytes. A wiry young woman, pretty face still bruised from the 'excitement' that had brought her into an Inquisitor's circle, she wore many-pocketed grey trousers, and a sleeveless top that showed off arms covered in the intricate web of tattoos her gang had marked her accomplishments with. Even here, in this (to her, at least) luxurious and empty place, this supposedly safe place, she wore a pair of knives on her belt, and another tucked into her boot. In her hand, a glass of - well, she wasn't actually sure what; something from a bottle that looked<strong>very </strong>expensive, from the small bar in her room.<br/>Her green eyes were wide as she looked around the room. There was more wealth here than the Boss of the C-7 Spiders had ever had, not least in that there was so much SPACE for so few people!<br/><br/>After a moment of trepidation at the sight of all this, Magda shook her head and grinned. Who cares if she doesn't know how to behave properly here, how to deal with all of this? She was working for an<em>Inquisitor</em>now! With a<em><strong>whoop!</strong></em>of joy and exhilaration, she threw herself onto a luxurious couch, pressing herself into it's rich, soft embrace, and only starting a little as it started to move against her, massaging.<br/><br/><br/><em>Oh yeah</em>, she thought, sipping from her glass and wriggling into the couch's grasp.<em> Life is good.</em>