Her voice startles the artist. His struggles to bite back words that almost spilled from his lips for he has seen Her with a whip and he knows that She could reach one at anytime. he has no desire to feel the kiss of such and even though She was at most times a gentle Mistress the tone warns him that Her patience was rapidly drawing nigh. Dropping all thoughts of his exhaustion, he responds softly, “The goldsmith thought Your request a little strange but for enough money anything is made. And the other items are with it, in the top drawer over beside the picture. The craftsmanship was excellent even if i do say so myself. They are worthy of You Mistress.” A tentative smile etches across his face as he waits for Her to examine the things that She had ordered.

She moves over to the drawer and opens it. Taking the packages out and returning to Her chair. Nodding idly to the artist to continue, She examines each one. Her fingers brushing softly against them over and over again as if to commit them to memory. Finally as if satisfied She returns them to their original packages. Dropping them into Her lap, She once more gazes out the window, the heat from the room finally lolling Her to sleep.