“Oh that's just what I need,” said Raven.
In the doorway stood two beautiful young women, one with jet black hair, the other auburn. They may have been foreign, oriental even, it was hard to tell. They entered the room obliquely, as if their entrance were the most important thing we would ever see.
They moved around the room in a dance, not together but still coordinated, pausing at odd moments to examine an ornament or picture, walking in straight lines but at odd angles.
“Who the hell are you?” asked Robert. “How did you get in?”
