Crystal Cali
The Crazy Artist
May listens from the balcony, and though she finds the man's story a bit odd, she didn't think it was entirely too far-fetched. "Lead him to my office, Bentley," she says as she turns and makes her way inside.
"Yes, madam," Bentley replies, motioning for the man to step inside. "Right this way, sir," Bentley says, and would lead the man through a short hall to what would appear to be more like a small throne room than an office. The far wall had a large window with elegant purple curtains. Sitting in front of the window was a large, elegant seat with cushions that matched the curtains behind it. To the right would be a scribe's desk, where the scribe was already sitting, working on some task he had been told to do an hour ago. Along the wall closest to the door would be a row of three simple, but elegant wooden chairs, and hanging on the wall above them was a painting of May and her father.
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"Yes, madam," Bentley replies, motioning for the man to step inside. "Right this way, sir," Bentley says, and would lead the man through a short hall to what would appear to be more like a small throne room than an office. The far wall had a large window with elegant purple curtains. Sitting in front of the window was a large, elegant seat with cushions that matched the curtains behind it. To the right would be a scribe's desk, where the scribe was already sitting, working on some task he had been told to do an hour ago. Along the wall closest to the door would be a row of three simple, but elegant wooden chairs, and hanging on the wall above them was a painting of May and her father.
@YoungX