"But what's at the nurse's office?" you ask as she leads you by the hand.
"Privacy; you'll see."
She knocks on the sick bay door, and a few seconds later, she school nurse answers. "Hello..., right? Hello, Miss Phoebe."
"Hello, Ms. Rose. and I need to lie down for a bit. Is there some place quiet where we could be alone?"
"Yes, of course Phoebe-"
"Hold on, Rose. Is there anyone else here aside from ?"
"No, not right now."
"Then what do you call me...?"
The nurse looks at you nervously, then turns to Phoebe. "Mistress Phoebe."
"Good girl. , this is my servant, Rose Rose. And yes, that is her name."
"Servant?" you remark, surprised. You look to Rose for confirmation, but she changes the subject.
"The... we have a room over here that will work for you. The designer for the building took into account the possibility of warfare - long story - so we have sixteen private rooms; more than we'll ever need." She leads you down a hallway of rooms to number 10. "I have prewritten excuses prepared for when you're both ready to leave, so, um, you just-"
"Come into the room with us, servant," Phoebe says, opening the door and beckoning her in.
Rose is clearly uncomfortable with your presence, but meekly follows her in.
The room is impressive. There's an expensive-looking music station against one wall, there are mirrors on the walls and ceiling, the bed is large, and colored bright red and pink, there's a box of chocolates on the table, and there are several other luxuries. Also, the room is very big.
"There's a bottle of red wine in the fridge, and you know where the glasses are, Mistress," Rose says, clearly eager to leave.
"Rose. Are you wearing it?" Phoebe asks sternly.
Rose blushes scarlet and looks down. "Yes, Mistress," she says quietly.
"Show me."
Rose glances at you, then starts taking her clothes off. |