Tsavorae

Thelema's mansion was only a few minutes' walk away. Thelema had barely finished her third afternoon tea when Tsavorae broke into the lounge. Thelema: "Well well, if it isn't Tsavorae. You can go through the front gate - I gave you permission to the feast." Thelema was lounging on her couch. The luxurious room was adorned with red tapestry and symbols made out of pure gold. A large door made out of glass was behind Thelema, the sunlight shining through it and onto her, making her pale skin even brighter. Tsavorae: "I'm here to investigate," she deadpanned. Thelema: "Oh? And I thought you came …

Tsavorae strode purposefully down the street, her heels clicking against the pavement. She wore a crisp white shirt and a black pinstripe cape that billowed beh…