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The Lounge looks lovely like this.
The dark brown lacquer in the freshly installed decorative border gleams, uniform and perfect. The torches extract flashes of warm-coloured sparks when the flames rise to meet the gold-leaf accents, making the decorations come alive.
Dusa spins in a slow circle, taking in her domain with incredulous glee. The new seats are plush, covered in dark red velvet; the tables are sturdy and steady. There's an aquarium on the kitchen's counter, teeming with fresh fish and a string of herbs and spices, ready to be hung on the opposite wall.
Still, her gaze returns over and over to the walls, where the mortar has consolidated and a layer of cream-coloured paint is slowly drying. When it does, the claw marks left behind by Cerberus' rampage will be indistinguishable, especially in the low light.
She sighs happily, feeling the tight knot of stress inside her finally dissolve. Thanks to the Prince's help, the lounge has reopened, and it looks better than it ever did. She mentally ticks off one more item on her checklist, knowing that for now, this is a part of the House that can do without her supervision.
She hovers in the middle of the ample room for a little longer, basking in the feeling of accomplishment over a job well done, until she can't justify being idle anymore. She nods at the Contractor and leaves for the West Hall, clutching her duster tight and mentally organizing her day's (night's) duties as she goes.
After all, a maid's work is never done.