Might as well, she seems in charge.

You do as you are told and select a romance novel of all things. Walking down the hall you discover a couple of things, one walking in heels makes your ass wiggle, two it makes you look way more feminine, three it is so much easier than you figure it should be, four you are somehow just as fast and sneaky as in running shoes, and finally five you hate to admit you are really starting to love it. You even do a few spins, dance a bit, and finally a one arm handstand flip that you land like an acrobat.

You make it to the door you were instructed was the study and pull the door open. To your surprise it isn’t empty. Two others are in the room. The first is a very large barrel chested man with the head of a bull. He seems to be 8’ tall and strong, he is sitting on a love seat as if it was an armchair reading a book that looks big like an encyclopedia or something. He is wearing leather boots that you sort of guess conceal hooves, dark brown khaki style pants, a button up light blue shirt and a sweater over it. He also has glasses on. A cup of tea sits on a low table beside him. The second guest is a tall thin woman with small breasts, and a lovely hourglass shape. She is wearing a long ankle length long sleeve body contour floral print white dress with a high tight neck. Delicate 6” stiletto heel mules adorn her perfectly pedicured feet with bright red nails. Her fingernails are the same and a bit long. Her lips are similarly colored, a bit plump, and look very kissable. The upper half of her face is hidden by a half mask of pure white with gold over the eyes. Her hair, you quickly realize, isn’t hair at all it is a writhing mass of snakes. She holds a golden goblet of wine in one hand and a small paperback book that by the cover you would guess is a pulp action novel. She sits on a high backed throne like chair covered in red felt.

Several other chairs and a comfortable looking couch are in the room. The two eye you as you enter but remain silent.