who: shang Tsung and Sonya
what: reuniting over dinner
Where: Tsung's mansion
when: 7 PM
ratings: rated R for 'playing in the bedroom'
The trip out to the country wasn't as bad as she thought. A subway over to the edge of the city and calling a taxi the rest of the way, a simply doubling spell was used to pay the driver without having to actually carry that much cash on her. For nostalgia's sake, she wore the same clothes she arrived in: green silk and silver embroidered over gown with side slits showing black trousers, a gold brooch was pinned to her bodice. The royal signia that Tsung created, though no one here really knew that. However, none of this was really visible as she had on a long coat to avoid attention.
She was duly impressed as she reached Tsung's mansion at around 7 in the evening. There was an ancient, gothic air to the large, four story building-which Sonya thought suited him perfect, despite what he told her. It didn't feel at all strange to see him again, and-though she'd never admit it-she almost missed his presence. Around Shang Tsung, she felt at both on edge and exited, he brought out such feelings in her that she'd spent most of her life trying to hide: it felt rather refreshing.
Knocking on the door, she was met by a 60 year old butler in uniform. "My name's Sonya Blade, Tsung invited me for dinner." She said when he inquired as to who she was and her business her. He left to inform Shang Tsung, after inviting her to stay in the grand entrance hall.