Two women in back dresses stood on a large, white staircase. The marble clattered against their shoes as they awkwardly shuffled in place. A large, green garden lay behind them, and beyond that a large gate that separated the estate from the rest of the city and world. The first woman looked to the second. She tugged awkwardly on her dress.

“I hate these dam human cloths. Why must we were these? They would make great tops and skirts, but why must they cover the entire body?” the second complained. The first woman rolled her eyes as she held her luggage bag. It wasn’t much in the bag as the family that hired them said they would supply clothes and other essentials.

“Yes, but we must be nice to the Black-Quills,” the first woman reminded, placing their mission far before their own personal needs. Before the second woman could retort, the well-crafted, back door swung open.

“Afternoon,” a young, pristine woman said as she welcomed the two women inside. Nodding to the woman, they entered the black and white painted house. Their back shoes clattered on the brown oak wood floor. Taking off their shoes, they placed them on a wooden rack near the door.

Both women stayed quite for a moment as they looked upon the silver chandelier that hung from the ceiling. Two large, staircases swooped up the sides of the walls and onto the second floor. A balcony overlooked the main hall as they walked further into the house.

“Amazing,” the second woman muttered.

“Truly. Welcome to the imperial capital,” the first said, looking to the maid who had welcomed them inside.

“Would you mind telling the master of the house that the maids sent by Chiefess Etasose have arrived,” the first said.

The maid nodded before running off up the stairs. The two women were now alone as they looked at the carvings and engravings in the floor of the main hall. There was no doubt that this household was filled with money. A woman with blonde hair and green eyes moved between two other rooms next to them. Seeing the two women, she stopped and back tracked.

“Who may you two be?” the woman asked.

She was dressed in black leather boots, a black imperial branded jacket, and red shirt. She had fierce emerald eyes, much like those of Mrs Black-Quill. The first woman had met before at the city of Vinichitraiy. Vinichitraiy was a merchant city that bordered region three, the richer region of the ten regions in the southern realms.

“Wait, I know you! You were in Vinichitraiy when we went there to try and find my little brother a wife!” the woman said, walking forward and beaming a smile at the two.

“Indeed, as part of the ‘deal’ we are here to act as your maids for the time being,” the first woman said, bowing her head.

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“Ah, I see,” she said, before quickly quieting as a woman in a black and red stiped dress walked into the room. Her flowing long blond hair and green eyes matching that of the woman.

“Mrs Black-Quill,” the first woman said, reluctantly bowing her head to the woman.

“It is a pleasure to meet you two,” Mrs Black-Quill said, happily smiling at seeing the two women had gotten the dresses she has sent for them to wear.

“Same to you Mrs Black-Quill,” the first woman said, smiling at the two women. Both women grinned back, admiring their new tribal ‘friends’. Before they could carry on their conversation, the maid quickly ran back down the stairs.

“The master said your rooms are ready,” the maid informed, patiently waiting on the stairs. Mrs Black-Quill moved closer to the two women.

“As part of the deal, your rooms are positioned near my youngest son’s room,” Mrs Black-Quill said before stepping away and allowing the women to follow the maid. Up the stairs they went, down a long corridor, past a few rooms, and eventually into their own. The room was large, two beds, two sets of draws, person-sized mirrors. The grey carpet felt good under their exposed feet.

“Thank you very much,” the two women said to the maid. Nodding, she turned and left.

Now alone, the women began to unpack their luggage. In an unspoken agreement, the two women picked out their beds and which chest of draws were theirs. To show their pride of their native culture despite being so far from it, they retrieved their corded grass skirts and tops form their bags. Placing them onto the counters, they made sure they were quite visible to anyone who entered the room. The adding of their native garments also helped them to feel at home, as well as give a little jab at the condescending nature Mrs Black-Quill supposedly had towards their culture.

“You think she may actually be annoyed by this?” the second girl asked, placing a leather head band and feathers onto the chair next to the door.

“We’ll see. If she, is it means we will have to be more careful, if not, then we can be bolder in our movements,” the first woman reassured as she placed a small, colourfully headdress next to a third chest of draws near the doorway.

“We are not guest here. And despite the hospitality, from the farther, the daughters and mother will most likely see us as lesser beings. Only here to try and seduce their husband,” The first woman carried on.

Once all the contents of their bags were stored in draws or displayed around the room, they sat on their beds.

“Do you have the drugs?” the first woman asked.

“All of them,” the second responded.

“Good, after dinner tonight, we should begin our preparations of Charlie for the Chiefess,” the first explained.

“Sorry, what about me?” the voice of a man said from the doorway. Both women jumped as they realised, they were speaking English and not their native tongue.

“Oh! You must be Charlie!” the first woman said, quickly taking charge of the situation as she hopped from her bed. Darting to his side, she wrapped her arms around his left arm. Making sure to press her chest slightly against him, she smiled at the boy. Seeing the bright blush take over his face, she could tell that his mind had dropped from being suspicious and moved onto a different desire.

“Come, you are in such rags!” the first woman said, dragging him from his room and moving him down the corridor.

“I am?” he said, blushing as he tried to not look at the attractive woman.

“Indeed, let’s get you changed!” the first woman said, dragging him into the room she assumed to be his. And with that, they began their preparations for Charlie to become the pet of the Chiefess.