Calliope Sedant is what goes bump in the night. (

"Come in whenever," she called back. Cassandra was in her arms, and she moved to shut her into the room adjacent to the one she was in. It was meant to be a sitting area, but she'd outfitted it with scratching posts and climbing enclosures that the cat could romp around in and not be loud or underfoot.

Moving back to her bed, she sat back down, arranging herself in a lady-like pose without really thinking about it. She'd been lounging around, and as such, was in a white nightgown and dressing gown. Old habits died hard, and immodesty had only been a relatively new relevation.

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