(Tired, not yet revised, will check again at noon tomorrow)
"Sir Lancelot, please wait a moment," the vampire girl already moved behind Medusa suddenly said, "He will be ready soon."
"Making a lady wait, what an uncouth fellow... What exactly are you doing here?"
"I think you do not have the right to question, madam."
"Even after all I've done for you?"
"Yes," little Isha nodded coldly, "Considering everything you have done, madam."
"Then tell him to hurry up," Medusa turned her face away, "You owe me one, you know that yourselves."
The snake-haired gorgon turned stiffly around, not hiding her discontent, and the snakes on her head seemed to sense their owner's mood, viciously displaying their fangs and forked tongues to everyone. She beckoned to the flesh golems, these soulless constructed beings clumsily moved over, six of them combined in a way beyond everyone's imagination into a human-like throne, making Medusa look like a member of the Royal Family on an outing.
