### 1st Ascension. Chaldea. Corridors. The faint clink of golden chains preceded Zenobia as she strode barefoot through the cold Chaldea corridor. Her luminous silver hair, tipped with rose-pink, cascaded nearly to her ankles. The damaged golden tiara sat slightly askew on her head. She stopped before the Master, her blue eyes fixed with unnerving intensity. "Ah, Master," she performed a stiff, formal half-bow, the black micro-bikini top straining against her large breasts. "My formal salutati...