Lenora helped her new mistress with her nightgown, her hands brushing her skin just a bit. Lenora flushed, cursing the flow of blood when she was embarrassed. She had to admit that Evelyn was very attractive, the fact that she was a brat was almost irrelevant. Lenora had dealt with her types before, but with Evelyn, she rather enjoyed it. She would never admit it, but Lenora liked her spirit. 

As she was about to walk away, Evelyn turned her steel blue gaze towards her, reminding her to curtsy. When her mistress extended her hand to be kissed, Lenora couldn't help but arch her eyebrow. She cannot possibly be serious, she thought. Who did she think she was, the Pope? She did as she was asked, however. The feeling of Evelyn's skin against her gave her a bit of static shock. A tiny arc of electricity flashed in the dim light of the bedroom. Lenora's soft lips pressed against the back of Evelyn's palm, her eyes gazing at her audaciously. 

"Good night, mistress," she said as she was bid. Her tone in this case wasn't defiance, it was more obedient and it surprised Lenora. She couldn't help but smirk at Evelyn's comment about station. Lenora's profession actually had her living quite comfortably, and if she were to judge, she could say the both of them could be equals. This wasn't the first time she had posed as someone's maid or scullery girl. This was how she had acquired so much money at such a young age. Still, if they were basing their equality on bloodline, Lenora had come from a lowly farm on the outskirts of the city. 

The prospect of becoming friends with Evelyn was appealing, but getting too close to her would muddle her thinking. She couldn't let something like emotional attachment get in the way of her real goal. "Good night, my lady," Lenora said with an almost impetuous tone and gave her another small curtsy before quietly closing the door behind her. 

Lenora's bedroom was small, but homely. There was a small bed in the far left corner, a dresser, and a dressing table complete with mirror. Lenora could see the small bell hanging just above her bed. She allowed a small groan escape as she wiped her hand across her face in exasperation. "She is going to be the death of me," she muttered as she flopped on her bed and quickly dozed off, clothes and all.