“She’s not here, but I’ll comm the offices for someone to retrieve you,” he told her with a wink.
He began swiping the bracelet that clung to his huge, hairy wrist, as she looked around the vast hall.
The floors inside were polished marble, or something that looked an awful lot like marble. Massive columns soared up from the floor to the extremely high ceiling. And cleverly placed windows filled the space with so much light that it was almost possible to believe there was no ceiling at all.
It was all so fancy. Yasmine suddenly felt very under-dressed in her utilitarian garb. She’d dressed comfortably for the long trip, in typical Terran clothes more suited for work than impressing anyone.
She’d feel better after a chance to freshen up and change into something a little more appropriate. Although now that she was actually here, she was beginning to think that she didn’t own anything that was truly appropriate for a place like this.
I guess I know where my first paycheck is going, she thought to herself as she surveyed the space.
An extensive collection of hologram artwork hovered next to the walls. There were many dignified busts and a few ancient maps of Ulfgard. A smaller image of trees with tiny figures flickered in the far corner.
Yasmine stepped closer to look.
In a moonlit forest, a huge satyr pursued a voluptuous woman, his eyes sparkling. The poor woman clutched at her thin robes as if to hide her nudity, but her pink tipped breasts and the shadow between her thighs were easily visible through the nearly transparent cloth.
Yasmine felt her cheeks go hot and she looked away quickly, moving back to the center of the hall.
She had just made it back when footsteps echoed on the stone floors.
A very tall and attractive man was striding toward her, his dark hair and leather armor a perfect contrast to the ethereal light of the entry.