Maria swallowed nervously, looking around the room. She'd shared a room with her sisters, and even that wasn't as big as this room for one. "T-thank you, sir. I-it's lovely." She giggled at the sensation of the thick carpet brushing her feet around her thin flip-flops. "What--What will my tasks be here? I hate to be idle..." She wished she'd brought her lyre, but she'd not honestly expected the deal to work and wanted to leave something of hers for her mother. And anyway she doubted that Thanatos would appreciate her bizarre practice habits, waking up at one in the morning because of a brilliant song idea and spending all night perfecting it, only to spend the rest of the day working on other pieces and only stopping at the bloody sores that would form on her slender white fingers. So it was probably for the better that she hadn't brought it.