Her presence certainly did brighten the place up. She had even done something in the garden to get everything to grow faster. Eleanor wasn't sure how she did it. But the flowers and herbs were already being cultivated, and she mixed them together, creating little potions. Some for the bath, some for the cleaning, salves and other things. As long as she was allowed her free time during the day, she was quite content with her lot. It just struck Lady Tremaine's curiosity what Andraia was doing in her free time. She walked into the greenhouse and noticed a trap door open. She walked down the staircase cautiously, the light in the underground cavern had an eerie glow to it. Things were reflected almost opposite of what they would in regular light, and there was that music that her little pet listened to while she was working around the house, but it was blaring louder. "Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
Secret elders of the gentle race
This world is seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed" wafted through the room, as Eleanor sorted through the oddly colored lamps sifting around what looked to be baubles inside them. She found the girl over in a corner, she puffed on what looked like a pipe for a second, her head rocking to the music, before she would look down in a book she had on her lap, and then would lift a quill to write something on some parchment to her side. She looked so intent on what she was doing. Then, Andraia stripped off her shirt and made her way to the wall, covered her hands in paint and splashed it across a canvas she spread on the wall. Each movement seemed to be in rhythm with the music and her mistress was struck mesmerized by the scene. The paint that was splattered across the girl's torso glowed against the odd light in the room. "So this is what you do when you're off by yourself, hmmm?" She was greeted by a flash of those eyes, rather glassed over and a hazy smile. A soft rift in the music, sounding like a mandolin and a flute began to play, and Andraia came up to her mistress and kissed her. And again, things were moving at the pace of the music. "There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold and she's buying a stairway to heaven..." Eleanor took control of the situation, even though there was sure to be paint everywhere. "In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird that sings, sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven...ooo it makes me wonder..." She found a rope and began weaving it around Andraia in an intricate pattern, binding her in it. As she worked on binding the arms to the chest, she would stop to hold that neck, stroking her fingers across it, she could almost swear the girl was...purring? under the meticulous work of her mistress's fingers. The music continued it's magical ditty, "And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, and the forest will echo with laughter." The handles that formed from the knotting of the rope were perfect to hold her close, but the way she arched back and cooed, it was mere show. The girl was under some sort of spell, her spell, mixed in with the music. The tempo rose as Eleanor ran her hands palm flat against the ridges of the rope and into the valleys of flesh, until she came across the clasp on the trousers, hastily undoing it and slipping her hand inside. She began nipping at Andraia's neck and earlobe, running her fingers across the front of the silky undergarments, noticing the girl's excitement under her fingertips. "Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?" Following the tune's lead, the pace picked up. She positioned Andraia, back against the wall, trousers and panties dropped to her ankles. She bit down possessively on her pet's neck, and began inserting fingers into her love canal. "And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul." Was met with two, twisting and thrusting, opening her up. Then three. Indecipherable cries and mewls, met with thrusts of her hips back towards the penetration. "There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll." She growled in her ear to allow her to cum for her mistress, and the release was dire. It brought a smile to Eleanor's lips that gleamed in her emerald eyes as she instructed the girl to suck on her fingers, to clean them up. And to hold and caress her. "And she's buying a stairway to heaven."