In the center of the room was a desk that was a rich dark mahogany. It was large enough for her to work on multiple things, but not too large to overshadow her.
The butterflies were placed here and there, adding her own unique style to the room.
On the desk was the standard items on it, papers, small lamp, a computer. There was also a tall glass dome. Beside the glass dome was another one, this one held the same brightly colored butterflies, but had a darker, sinister twist to it. There was a skull in this one, with the butterflies placed artfully around it. Another skull with butterflies on it was placed on a shelf behind her.
There wasn’t really art on the walls. But there were shadow boxes placed around the room with various colors of pinned butterflies. Some blue, some green and some a mixture.
Playing softly from speakers placed around the room was Beethoven.
The wall behind the seating area had a painting hanging, The Young Martyr, a small light hanging above it. Illuminating it softly.
Three new chairs sat in front of the desk, Italian made and a deep shade of brown. There was a seating area was set in one of the corners. Which had two chairs and a couch around a coffee table. There were lamps on that offered a soft and comfortable glow, nothing too bright.
The Ghoul walks to Ale’s desk, where the Savage stood, handing him some folders, “Metti in moto le acquisizioni.” There was a bow of his head as he accepts the folders and closes the door behind him as he leaves. The Italian was dressed in a black leather skirt with a matching leather top. It showed off her two complete tattoo sleeves, as well as hinting at ink on her stomach.
Her Beast began to pace, rage building in it as it demanded the blood of the weak.
Dark eyes focus on the other three, she offers a respectful bow of her head to Twist, befitting her numerous stations. Small nods given to the other two as she sits, “So what do I owe the pleasure?” always right to business.
Edward Heinrich Twist Mable Wood