Marianne's Seven Deadly Lovely Maids
The maid whom Sir Ian had run into, let out a gasp when his face found its way buried into her chest. Her face instantly blushing a bright red when he even dared to reach for a grope. The absolute nerve! Deeply inhaling, not knowing who Sir Ian was, she let out a high pitched scream and quite swiftly slapped him across the face for his bold actions. The sound resounding and echoing loudly with its surprising force. Like vultures, each of the other maids locked in on Sir Ian and glared at him as the maid who was accosted scurried away to hide behind one of others. She peered from behind her friend as she pointed an accusatory finger at him, loudly yelling.
"That man just molested me!" she cried.
"Hey! Do you want to die?!" said another maid who stalked towards him, pushing up her sleeves as she balled her hands into fists.
She even hiked up her skirt as she came closer.
"Oh hush, don't make such a scene.""Were you not one of the few that was swooning and drooling over Sir Garrett?"The maid who had been groped turned to face the other, clearly insulted.
"What does that matter! That was uninvited!""Please, it's not like you're not used to it by now.""Wh-what's that supposed to mean?!""I dare say you may have enjoyed it!""Are we really having this conversation right now?!""He looks like a child...""Wait, look at his ears!"Another maid gasped excitedly and clapped her hands together.
"He has a tail!""By the Goddess Reon, he's a Hundi!"Four out of the seven then flocked to surround Sir Ian, poking, touching, and prodding as they examined his ears and tail. They had quickly forgotten their violated compatriot who hid behind the senior maid. Who, was restraining the one maid who wanted to avenge her friend by the collar, the woman swinging at the air as she growled.
"My goodness, we've never seen a real life Hundi before!""He's so cute!""Look at his little ears and tail!""He's so adorable!""Who are you, little guy?""Where did you come from?""Can we pet you?""Can we touch your ears?""Can we touch your tail?"Why they asked for permission was beyond anyone else's guess.
They were already touching and petting him all over.
"Are these really attached to you?""He's like a puppy!"Patting his head.
Scratching his ears.
Stroking his tail.
In summary, they were probably doing more to invade Sir Ian's private space and inappropriately touching him than his own simple mishap. Though, it was still inexcusable for both sides. The senior maid had quite enough of this. Pulling back on the one maid who wanted to throw down and fight the Hundi Knight, she quickly walked forward and started shouting at them in their native tongue. Smacking each of them on the bottom and clapping her hands in their faces to get them to move faster. Quickly reorganizing, the maids gathered up Lady Marianne's things and the senior maid made an educated guess as to where the baths would be. Making the decision for the rest of them, she stuck with it and only hoped she was lucky enough to be right.
As they walked away, the maid whom Sir Ian had groped gave him an ugly glare. The maid who came to her defense left him with the parting words,
"You had better sleep with one eye open, dog. We are more than simply servants."
After soaking for a good bit of time, Marianne had moved to scrubbing down her body and cleaning her hair. She had hoped to use her own products, but for some unknown reason her maids had yet to find her. She wouldn't put it past them for getting lost. She just hoped and prayed to the Goddesses that they weren't causing trouble. Thankfully, the bath houses' servants provided her with their own stock, and Marianne was able to wash herself. Thoroughly scrubbing, she noticed through the soapy lather that the bruise on her side had vanished. Pausing, she thought for a moment and figured it had to do something with the unusual waters of the bath houses. Thinking that her ease of breath came from the light steam, perhaps it was more than that. Staring at her reflection in the water and gently waving her hand across the surface of the water, she could detect a slight traces of magic.
"Hmm."She shrugged and rinsed herself off.
Before starting on her hair, she gingerly touched at the back of her head.
Her headache had vanished and her head no longer hurt to touch.
"Good. I can skip the visit to the Healers and possibly that...odd doctor."Her injuries were rather minor anyways. It wasn't like she had a spear shoved in her.
She shuddered, then got to the laborious task of tending to her long black hair.
As she worked, she looked around for her maids who still had yet to appear.
Instead, she noticed the good Captain Fanily and two others in tow arrive.
Looking away in order to not be rude, she refocused on her bath.
Though, she did cast a few curious glances to the other two women.
Interested to know who they were.
Perhaps new Iron Rose recruits? Or someone else?
Hearing the uniform clacking of heels on floor, Marianne looked up and saw her maids finally arriving. With a smile, she quickly finished up as they stood in a line beside the edge of the communal bath where Marianne was. With a heave, Marianne slipped herself out of the bath as she took a maid's offered hand to stand. A second maid quickly wrapped a fluffy towel around her body, and they then surrounded her to keep her naked body from prying curious eyes.
As she dried herself off, she conversed with them.
"Where in all of Thaln were you ladies?"They each looked at each other nervously.
The senior maid responded with a semi-honest answer.
"We had gotten lost, Lady Marianne."Marianne smiled, chuckling.
"I figured it was something like that."Moving to toweling off her hair, she continued.
"You have all been on your best behavior, right?..."Again, they all looked at one another nervously.
The senior maid would assume the responsibility for this if they were 'found out' later.
"Yes, Lady Marianne. Our absolute best."She lied.
Some of the maids couldn't hide their shame and cast their eyes to the floor.
Thankfully, Lady Marianne hadn't noticed as she finished drying off and padded over to where her clothing had been set with wet bare feet.
After having finished her bath, Marianne was already present at the dining hall and seated. Awaiting for Sir Garrett to join her before the food was brought out. Dressed in a simple but yet lovely
white dress her maids all stood in a silent line behind her, with one of them missing as she went to send for Sir Garrett. Fortunately, it was the senior maid that had taken the task upon herself. She didn't quite trust her peers with staying undistracted. After a brief (*and uneventful) encounter with Sir Garrett at his room, the senior maid had returned. Standing by Marianne's side, she whispered in her ear to let her Lady know that the knight would be arriving shortly.