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The Mistress adjusted her tie before the ornate wooden mirror, the only spot of color in her all-gray room. She appreciated that the Warden had provided lodging for she and her staff, but the room was slightly less than satisfacory. The dark-haired woman continued to fiddle with her outfit until she was pleased with her appearance. She then stood before the mirror, looking herself up and down. "You're wearing that?" The Mistress spun around to see the Warden leaning casually against her doorframe. She glared. "Yes. And what of it?" she snapped. The Warden grinned. It was one of those cheery, gapped grins that she already knew so well. It