Archibald Campbell sat with Doctor Mac and Madame Rose at one of several smaller tables adorned with cups and plates around the sides of the conference room. Madame Rose wore a sky-blue morning dress trimmed with pink satin rosebuds and Doctor Mac wore a surprisingly dandyish blue suit that almost matched his wife's gown for shade. Warm golden wood trim accented the black and gold brocade panels walling the room and a golden carpet sprang thick and plush under my feet as I moved toward them into the room. Black leather and mahogany seats gleamed with bronze studs around a formal conference table. An outlandishly-costumed woman immediately broke away from Madame Rose and stretched out a hand to me. She dressed in a loose, brocaded pink silk tunic sprayed with golden embroidered fireworks and quaint tight-bottomed black trousers, with ridiculously high, lacquered pink platform shoes. Her golden hair was smoothly drawn into braided buns on either side of her head and held in place with thin enameled sticks and pink and black ribbons.
