He meets Lady Sulta.

The door opens, seemingly on its own, as the woman on the other side is standing across the room in front of her desk. She's absolutely stunning as well. Her skin is dark, but her eyes are bright red, like shimmering rubies. She has wavy black hair that drifts down over her shoulders--silken and smooth, like she's fresh from the salon. Her lips are painted deep red, and her lashes are thick and bold. A golden circlet rests within her hair, and she has several other matching accessories, such as bracelets and rings. What Mateus can't help but notice most of all, however, is her robe, if one could call it that. It's black and completely open on the front, side from at her midsection where it's bound with a golden belt. Below, it's like a pair of bikini bottoms, and then lovely sandals on her feet. As for her top, her full, perky breasts are barely covered.

It looks like they caught her in the middle of dressing. She is finished, though as soon as they enter, she's tugging in her dress, and readjusting her breasts behind it. As she turns, Mateus feels a tingle down his body. She strikes him with a piecing stare, and he struggles to bring his eyes back up to her face and keep them there.

"Adriana Ashdown," she begins to speak. "Has the Grand Master returned already?"

"No, Lady Sulta. He's still busy."

"Oh darn. I thought I was finally free from this responsibility." She sighs. "It's only become more chaotic here since he left, but thankfully matters are taken care of. But who is this then, and why have you returned?"

"Go ahead. Show her the letter," Adriana says.

Mateus approaches nervously. He holds out the writ signed my the Grand Master, and the woman takes it from him to read it over. As she does, his eyes look up and down her body. She has such smooth, caramel skin, and a perfect body she doesn't seem to shy away from showing off. It isn't at all what he expected to see. He takes a moment to readjust his jeans.

She then looks up from the letter. "I see. Interesting. Well, allow me to introduce myself then. I am Vazeela Sulta, Acting Grand Master of Redbloom Academy. I welcome to formally to our prestigious school. Though I haven't a clue what the old man is planning, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to allow another to join. But if you hear any stories of everybody becoming trapped in a strange magical dreamscape by an evil sorceress, don't pay it any mind."

"... What?" He turns his eyes to Adriana.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" is her response. He was hoping she'd know something about that part about the evil sorceress.

"Right. I'm Mateus Reis. It's good you meet you, ma'am."

"How polite." She steps forwards, and wraps her fingers around the back of his neck. He shivers as she strokes them down to his shoulder. "Play nice with the other students. For now, I must speak with the Circle about important matters. If you wouldn't mind, would you help him get settled?" Her eyes are on Adriana.

"Of course I don't mind." Adriana curtsies.

"Then I will leave things in your hands. I shouldn't be long, but I'm already late. Good luck, Reis. The students here can admittedly be rather difficult, but you must understand. They come from noble lineages and have responsibilities. Somethings tells me that isn't your case, so expect a hard time. All I can suggest is to not let them keep you down. Hold your ground. For if anyone here is truly proven to have greatly injured you, they will be expelled quickly, and their family won't be pleased with them. That is to say, unless it's a duel of course."

"The first thing we'll do is get you dressed in something that isn't so strange," says Adriana. "Travel safely, Lady Sulta. My grandfather says hello."

"Your grandfather can say hello when he gets back here and relieves me from this job," she says with a chuckle as she brushes past Mateus and heads to the door.

The two follow her out, she locks up, and then they watch as she proceeds into the distance. They're left on their own now. After meeting with the current Acting Grand Master, Mateus isn't sure what to think (other than how amazing she looked). He puts his hands together and ponders a silent prayer to whatever gods rule over this world for blessing his eyes with such a fine hottie.

"Ah. You're praying for her safe journey?" she asks. "That is very kind, but she will certainly be fine. Lady Sulta is one of the most powerful women I know."

"And what an outfit," he mumbles under his breath.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, uh... It's certainly risqué, don't you think?"

She tilts her head. "It's very beautiful. Don't tell me you're one of those men that can't control themselves."

"What? No, no." I don't know why I even asked considering what she's wearing. It isn't nearly as skimpy, but those melons are trying to escape I swear. What a strange girl. She's so innocent and dignified. A little bit strict, but she's not a snobby noble at all. Sweet too, like when she helped me when I was bleeding out. I really do owe her for that.

"Come on now. Ms. Labing is a very skilled seamstress. She'll get you fitted and dressed in no time."