Snippet #2510612

Myra waited patiently for the taxi to pull to the curb. She started making a mental schedule for the rest of her day, and tried to fit in finding the appropriate woman for Asher. As she was about to use her phone-WAM. Myra found herself on the ground, looking up to Alaena. With a exasperated sigh, she waved Alaena off to her business and stood up again. As the taxi lulled in front of her, she wiped off her skirts and huffed her way into the taxi. Must have been really important business for her to plow me over like that. Myra almost had enough curiosity to follow the officer, but her schedule did not have any room for delays. She told the driver her address to the club where her ladies would be, there was no time to finalize flower arrangements, and they were on their way.

As she arrived at the club, Myra's head began to whirl with excitement. Not only did her ladies now have new gowns and jewelery, but a few were also attending the ball with her. This not only was a wonderful promotional opportunity, but Myra would be able to see her ladies in action once again, something she hadn't been able to witness in a while.

Myra opened the doors of her building to a low lit room and the soft noises of a business preparing itself for the day. She waved to the bartender and lighting crew, and made her way into the back hall. This part of the building was her favorite. High, pearly ceilings draped in red fabric, chandeliers cascading down the hall, it was the perfect room to start a romance. Her ladies idled in one of the corner rooms, which was used for dressing and makeup, until Myra called for them. With a delighted and excited buzz of emotions, Myra began her "go gettum" speech.