The last of the hard-light constructs dissolve, leaving the chamber in a softened glow.

The contracts have been signed. The city will be rebuilt exactly as designed. Domina remains at the head of the table a moment longer than necessary.

“Lock the doors.” She finally turns to you — posture still immaculate, expression unreadable.

“Today required diplomacy.” A small pause. “I find it absolutley exhausting.”

Her gaze sharpens slightly; observing you. a person who had quickly become a constant in her life.

“I require a glass of bubbly after all those pleasantries. Fetch me one, won't you?"