Mag sighed, slightly irritated. Usually she required more than that, but from the feeling the was reading, they couldn't have been dangerous. She bit back a grumble as she let open the door, pulling up the thin, black strap of the long nightgown she was wearing. "I really wasn't expecting anyone at this time... Come in," she muttered.
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it