Time passes. Animus knows it to be at least fifteen minutes, maybe twenty. The woman leaves him with the crazy-eyed fuck and Silent Bob until finally returning, a glass of water in her hand that she idly sipped.
"Ubermensch. The Mistress will see you now."
All three stand and she gently gestures toward the stairs, leading the way up the flight, then down a hall to the right. The door at the end of the hall was open, and a dim red light poured out through it. Quiet music could be heard from within. Was that Gregorian chant?
The door is opened, and all three bow to a woman sitting lotus on a black yoga mat. There is a mat before her, and between the two is a bowl of clean, clear water tinged red by the light. She wore a lovely dress, and was positively serene, as though she worried not about the dangers of the world. All was well, here in her sanctuary.
"So. You are the special one. I am so glad you came."
She looked up at him, flashing him a beautiful smile.
"Did they offer you anything to drink? I would hate to hear that my acolytes did not offer you the appropriate hospitality."
The Mistress - Presence 4 (Serene) - Striking Looks 4 (Aged Pretty Damn Well!)