Illisandra truly hadn't changed in appearance. A waterfall of ink flowing down her shoulders, perfectly straight, silky hair framing a noble's beautiful, mocha colored face. Those predatory eyes, sharp, yellow, hungry, and so very unempathetic. She could barely be considered to be wearing anything. A light, nearly see-through black sundress, bare feet peeking out from under her desk, no jewelry or piercings, and a smug, arrogant expression were all she adorned herself with.
"I've not the time to waste blessing this place with my superior tastes, my dear runesmith. It may mire in mediocrity, like all things that are beneath me. Now, sit," she replied with an amused smile. Most would have had venom spit at them over such a comment. What made Priscilla special?
Upon issuing the command to side, Illisandra lazily gestured at the front of her desk, causing several shadows in the room to come spiraling together, forming into a shadowy chair that lacked details, but had an arching silhouette that suggested it might be expensive were it the real thing "We've much to discuss. You look... like the real world tried to swallow you up, and nearly succeeded. Disappointing, I should have expected you would have a successful business running by now. Tell me what has happened since I left you with a small fortune... and... satisfied as a woman," she flashed her teeth at the last bit, licking her lips, clearly thinking about it.
She crossed her legs, and something on her side of the desk grunted. Was... there someone under there? Come to think of it, what was she sitting on? There was no back of a chair for her to lounge in, would Illisandra actually be sitting on a stool of some sort in here?