Chapter Four: Her vice

Cassandra sat in front of her mirror, looking at herself. She was dressed in a silk robe that was white and had rose flowers painted on it. Her hair hung loosely falling in a curtain. Behind her, her maids rushed in and out of a small room ajoined to hers. They were talking quietly not to disturb their mistress from her daze. ' Sherlock seems of a different character then all men here... He has the wit of a little boy but an elegance of a 50 year old man.' One of her miads walked over and started to comb her hair.

"Mistress, your room will be ready soon." She said in chinese, as her fingers ran through her hair, Cassandra only nodded numbly. "Mistress is something the matter?"

"Nothing. Please tend to my step sister. I don't want her to walk in when i am... occupid." The maid nodded while the other still rushed around getting the room ready. As soon as it was, she walked over to Cassandra bowing.

"Your chamber is ready." Cassandra got up and walked quietly to her room, there sat an old chinese woman with... opium. The room was sheltered with scarfs to catch the smell and smoke. Pillows were also laid out for her to rest her body on as she drifted into her dreams taking in the opium. She sat down and took the offered pipe from the old woman, sucking in the smoke and breathing it out contently. This was her domain, this is a place where the drug wears away her troubles and replaces it with nothing. She laid down inhaling the sweet drug watching the room turn hazy.