As the soothing sound of a piano fills your eyes they adjust to the sight of the deep blue interior of the limousine, you were called in the Velvet Room, sat infront of you was Igor, the master of the velvet room, and sitting on his right, Margaret herself, the attendant, book in her hand she stares at you and smiles

“Greetings, what is it you need?”

She crosses her leg over her knee, waiting for your response