Cassandra stood before her, holding an electronic notepad, ready to jot down her decrees and implement them for the illustrious vampiress. It was hard to concentrate. Cassandra not only had her reservations about leaving Kira to the duke, but also the queen’s image was distracting her greatly. Sometimes she thought the queen did this deliberately to tease her most elevated servant, to hold a resplendent icon before its worshipper and never let it be touched. Standing aloof, the sublime curves of the vampire queen were encased in skin-tight leather, the garments created to fit her with precise comfort. The black polished jacket was a one-piece garment, with stern shoulders and her emblem set on the upper arm in the manner of military insignia. The sleeves descended into gloves and after a high collar it opened into an oval that exposed her cleavage, its depth allowing the most furtive peek at the aureole of her nipples. The hem dropped as two suspenders, the buckles grabbing her thigh boots, the arch between the two front fastenings allowing a glimpse of her leather thong.
