Whieeeeeeersshhh. A bright light enveloped the dark room, and then, the guest was gone, transported away.
The shadows envelop us all.
"When I was a boy, my mother used to read to me, a story about a young sage trying to find his place in the world. It was always so... Fascinating. Imagining that I was that boy from the story. Tell me, do you know what I mean?"
It was a woman speaking to the guest, as she drank her wine. She had long, blonde hair and fare skin, dressed in the most lovely and exotic of dresses, made from some sort of animal skin. She did not face the guest, instead locked on the sight of space, beautiful space. They were in a spaceship, standing in a rather large room, and it seemed like there was nothing between her and space what-so-ever. This was not the case, of course, as there was multiple layers of shields keeping her from being sucked into the vacuum of space.
"Sometimes, I feel like I can just," she began, holding her hand up towards space, towards the invisible barrier, "Reach out and... touch it."
She tried, but drew back her hand, wincing as she glared at it. Smoke glared off her finger. The result, of course, of trying to touch a plasma-powered shield. Not that she was touching actual plasma, or anything. Her hand would be gone. But it still hurt all the same, and she pulled her finger to her mouth, trying to make it better.
The guest, now, would be sitting on a comfortable couch, and the woman soon joined him, sitting near him. The room was quite spacious, a sort of den of some kind on a spaceship. Quietly standing against a wall was the only other guest, a woman in a maid's outfit, not daring look at either of the other two. Eyes down, she moved towards them, holding out a glass of freshly-poured wine towards the guest, setting it on the table before him.
"Leave us," the woman insisted.
The maid turned, silently doing as she was told. As the resounding
swoosh of the spaceship door's close echoed into the room, the woman stood once more, and her form began to change... Her blonde hair changing into short, gray hair, her large breasts shrinking, and her skin growing with wrinkles. As she spoke her next words, her voice changed from a sweet, lightly innocent voice, into a deep voice, a man's.
"Why have you come? You know I don't like surprises."
