Minerva was lying down on her table, which was pushed up against the wall. Her feet were propped up on the wall, crossed at the ankles. Her head was hanging backwards off the edge of the table, her hair dangling down below. A pile of nearly finished clockwork chess pieces were scattered around on the floor below her head. She had one in her hand, working on the finishing touches of sanding and polishing.
She held it up, checking the curves and contours. There were a few minor spots that needed to be smoothed out, but she was just about done. A little more work, rubbing the grains of sand across the wood in quick, even strokes, until the wood was perfectly smooth. She pulled off her gloves and closed her eyes, running her bare fingers over the wood, searching for imperfections. It was easier to tell by touch than by sight. This one seemed... well, as close to perfect as her skill could get it.
She set that piece down and grabbed another, running her fingers over it as well. A few small patches needed to be smoothed out. Some quick finishing work and that one was done, too. She moved from piece to piece, wrapping up the work on the whole set.
Finally done, she climbed down off the table and gathered the pieces up. Polishing was done. Now they needed to be painted. All the pieces were made from the same type of wood, so there was currently no way to tell one set from the other. Though she wasn't quite content to paint them all black and all white. Of course, highly detailed work was well beyond her current skill. But despite that, she could have a little fun with it, and make them look pretty.