A tall, convervatively dressed woman... with horns?

"Good evening. My name in Mara. I believe I'm expected," the woman says, leaning down and smiling warmly as a black and red taxi zooms into a tunnel of flames behind her. "Could you inform Mistress Selas that I've arrived?"

"Uh...sure," you reply, taking in the sight of this fair-skinned woman, with a pair of cow-horns poking out the side of her mostly black, shoulder length hair, with a couple streaks of grey that do nothing to detract from her attractiveness, adding to her towering height and very healthy proportions. Noticing the large bag in her hand, you offer to take it off her. She thanks you for your manners and nods appreciatively, handing it over to you. You almost fall forwards from the sheer weight of it, but barely manage to heft it up. "Follow me," you grunt, shifting the bag around to lift with your legs instead of your arms. You shuffle over to the living room and put the bag down with a thud. You're about to call for Selas' attention, when an ear-splitting "Nanny!" rings in your ear and a purple blur streaks past you.

Looking behind, you see Selas in a deep hug with Mara. "It's been too long, Mistress. It's been over five centuries, but it feels like only yesterday that I watched you take your first flight." Nanny Mara beams, looking down at her, before turning very serious. "Now what is this I hear about you having children? And having the father put out to stud?" Your blood runs cold when you hear her say that, and Selas takes a step back, suddenly finding her toes to be very interesting. Nanny Mara purses her lips tightly and raises her eyebrow at Selas. Crossing her arms, she simply says, "Where is he?"

"Right here, Ms. Mara," you declare, holding your head up high.

She eyes you up and down intensely, studying you with large chestnut colored eyes, before snorting loudly. "I'm disappointed, Mistress. How could you?" You narrow your eyes and Selas opens her mouth to speak, but Nanny Mara has just started. "How could you let the father of your children open his own door? Why have you not summoned up any servants for this house? It is unbecoming for a Lusandar consort to do anything else but strive to attain peak physical and magical perfection to ensure worthy heirs! You're lucky I won't tell your mother about this. First thing we're doing tomorrow is making this place suitable for your children. And all of their half-siblings!"

"But Nanny, I-"

"No buts, Mistress!" she huffs, steam coming out of her nose. "Now where are my rooms? I need to unpack, so we can get started." You move to get her bag, but she tuts loudly at you. "Uh-uh. Not you. Mistress?"

Selas lets out an annoyed sigh and opens a small portal in the air. A trio of small demons leap out happily and clamber over each other, before hoisting up Nanny Mara's bag and looking towards you. You very awkwardly tell them how to get to the guest room and they trot over to it, cackling and chattering in a language you don't understand. "That's better. Now, where's the kitchen?" Nanny Mara nods, turning to the pair of you. You point the way for her, and she nods again. "Dinner will be ready in an hour. I expect that you both will have washed up by then."