Miss Lux sat carefully in the velvet upholstered chair she purchased especially for herself. It felt like a throne and she a queen sitting in this lovely cherrywood chair, hand carved and covered in the deep, blood-red velvet that was the theme of her new oasis. She ran her hands over the arms before swinging one leg over it and then the other, sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles and her back against the other arm.

She sighed, glancing around the room at the other smaller, identical thrones. She had done well, she mused. After a moment she picked up the remote sitting on the small cherrywood table next to her and switched on some soft music. Then, she waited...