[ It's moments like these, that she misses Amshel. He would have willingly done the work for her rather then leaving Diva to it herself. It made her frustrated anew that he was not here, that Ashton wasn't here to call and beckon and watch as he flustered, doing the dirty work for her.
But there was only Diva and with growing frustration, she tugged at the sheets, ripping them to shreds in one clear jerk of her wrist. Beckoning, she held it out to Conrad.
Guess Conrad. She won't be handing out instructions but should he guess wrong... ]