Chapter Seven
Main Course And Dessert
The dining room was empty, but cheered by the flames dancing to the crackling cadence in the fireplace. Dozens of candles brightened the room, their silent, steady flames promising each chair would be occupied, and the table set and garnished with china, crystal glassware, and food. There were thirteen chairs, one each for Valeska and her sisters. Where would I sit?
Mara marched into the dining room from the kitchen. Even she was naked, according to protocol. She stood at the head of the table, next to Valeska’s throne-like chair. Her arms were crossed, her right hand holding her perpetual appendage—that is, her coiled leather whip. No dishes or utensils had been placed on the table as yet. The long, spotless white tablecloth stretched the entire le
