Lvit took a deep breath before entering the cavernous office. “Madame.”

The woman he addressed was whispering something to her plants. By the smirk on her face, he could tell it wasn’t anything that would encourage her carnivorous plants to be more docile.

“Yes, Lvit?”

“The girl. Number Seven. Her vital signs so that she is becoming intoxicated and she’s stopped working.”

The woman’s smile widened, “It’s from that candle she was given last week. She finally lit it. You can allow her a break for the rest of the night. Her work seems complete, I’m sure.”

“She’s never done working with her sculptures, but it does look complete, yes.”

“Then wait for her to pass out and take the sculpture. We’ll see how she handles her first hangover tomorrow.”

“That would put unnecessary strain-”

“That’s the point. Are you questioning me, Lvit?”

“No, Madame Neoma.”

“Good. It would be a shame to have to feed you to my plants… Now close the ventilation in the girl’s house and go in as soon as her dream cycles start.”