"Miss Rescheef?" He inquired.
"Go tell the madam that she's awake and with a thousand questions... and that her name is Mira."
Then she shut the door once more, sealing of the noise. She turned to the girl's quizzical look and a naughty smile seized her face.
"Some like it in silence," she voiced, "and some need a leash to keep their madness from others... surely there was a need for the pads." She tapped the walls with slender, delicate fingers.
"Miss Rescheef?" Mira said with a growing realization, "I've heard that name before, from the lips of my father's guards."
"I knew they must have spoken about the wench your father loved to fuck right in their faces... he loved being seen on very bad days. Privacy only came on good days."
"You're a whore," she exclaimed, "one of miss Amelia's home wrecking broods."
The Blondie let out a laugh, an amused one, "Ah, don't look so flabbergasted, I am, and that is why I knew your father was a man with many desires, but none as severe as with Lucinda."
"Shut the hell up!" The girl screeched, good mood flung out of the window. She wasn't feeling so comfy lying on the soft bed and silken sheets anymore. "Am getting out of here, miss Rescheef, and not even you can stop me."
"Hmmm," the Blondie hummed, "it's Anna to you, and where would you be going off to?" She posed a question, "to be raped and killed on the street like your father did to poor Lucinda... Eldard bless her soul in the afterlife."
The girl paused for a moment, letting Anna's words sink. Where would she be going to? But what would become her fate in a brothel? "Am still leaving this place, miss Rescheef, no matter what you say."
The door swung open at that second and a woman followed by another girl walked in. They were both dressed in shiny lace patterned dresses, the woman with sea blue and the dark haired girl with a skin revealing red.
The girl in red made sure to give an elbow pinch to the blonde in white before she passed by.
"Are you speaking of leaving?" The woman, no other than miss Amelia herself, asked, "am sure Wanna has been a most unpleasant companion given all the horrid things that have befallen you today... It isn't her fault though. She hasn't been one capable of emotions."
The blonde blinked at them, thinking if she should leave a comment or not. She ended up with a tightly squeezed lip.
"I am grateful for your hospitality, madam," the girl, Mira began to speak, "but I think I'll be leaving by the first light of dawn."
Her doe eyes shone with wary under the candle light. Her skin, miss Amelia presumed, if scrubbed of all the dirt, would be a dazzling, beautiful pale.
She was a natural beauty in the making. A black haired beauty whose Innocence would be her weapon.
"Have you got somewhere to earn a living?" The madam asked, "if not you're welcomed to perform other services around here. This may be a brothel but we've got a load of servants too."
"Really?" Mira leaned in, "but why would you be helping me?"
"Your father was a great benefactor to us," the lady confessed, "surely there should be a place in this world where men reap the rewards of their doings?"
"For how long would that be... I mean my working here?" She inquired.
The lady felt delighted at finally reeling her in. "The least of our contracts span a total of five years... How old are you, Mira?"
"Eighteen," she responded.
"By then you would have gathered enough to start a life of your own," she added, "dear Anna signed a ten year contract and she's just four years in... Don't give her that look, she came here when she was not a day older than sixteen, begging to be taken in."
The girl knelt on the bed, her eyes darting back and forth, mind spinning like a moving cart wheel.
After a while, she spoke, "when can I start?" She whispered, "I mean with the rendering of other services? How would my payment be? Monthly or yearly?"
A full smile bloomed across the woman's face then. A smile which although seemingly filled with warmth stole the breathe from the lungs of the other two girls in the room.
"Now my dear," Miss Amelia began, "that's where the need for a contract comes in."
And the rest... Well, it happened so fast. As it always did, Anna would recall, before anyone could have the chance to think it through.
