"So you're here on business?" the old woman asked Jenna, placing down the tiny teacup she held close to her lips.
Jenna was still mesmerized by the room she'd entered. The ground itself felt like a warm bed, the fluffiness and tingling feeling were nothing compared to the cold marbles Jenna was used to.
Not that Jenna had never seen a rug, she had, but it was always a tiny piece under a table and the texture of the one on her feet was just a kiss of luxury around the mansion. The plush chair she sat on was lulling her to sleep.
"Lady Jenna?" the old woman called her attention.
Jenna nodded, breaking her eyes from the fountain gushing from a naked woman inside a room.
"Yes, Madam," Jenna replied, holding her hand to her chest because she wanted to look as elegant as the ladies in the room.
"For business or pleasure... or something else?" the woman repeated.
Jenna cleared her throat. "Well, I—"
