The Unread Message (Part II)

5] I think I have arrived and it is nothing unusual. Except it's a big fat lie

I gulp down on my throat. "Um, Archer, do they always wear low cleavages like that?" He looks. I protest because I'm really distracted. It's really odd how low they are. It's really odd. They have their cleavages cut low, revealing the upper curve of their cleavage.

It's really.. revealing.

"Yes. It is not rare for demons to have maids in their houses with open clothes. Some even walk naked around."

"What..? Are you crazy?" I almost gape again but I didn't. I refrain myself from doing so or I will look like a gawking piece of duck. I glance at them again. All of them. It's a really erotic set of maid costume.

I gulp. "So what now?"

"Must you ask so many questions?" He says softly. He doesn't seem to want to answer me. "We'll find you a room to stay." He glances back at me as we take a sharp turn to a smaller set of stair.

Why is he so rude to me? I didn't do anything wrong.. Well, maybe I can be a little annoying sometimes..

"After, you'll need to change your clothes so you wouldn't look out of place. It's customary, so blending in with the folks of this town is really essential."

"What do I have to change into?" I walk beside him as we walk down the halls.

"A dress of the norms. And then we need to meet the elders. They'll need to be introduced and.. giving them your... personal documents. And now we're going to find you a room to stay in."

We reach the top of the stairs and he enters a random room which I followed behind him.

"Berlin, how about you keep a diary in your bedroom? It'll be a nice journal of your everyday life here. It's inside the drawer. I keep a pile of empty notebooks hidden in there, so you can start your own agenda."

I take a seat and look in the mirror of my reflection. "Sure. Why not?"

"There will be a maid to assist you in your daily dressing gown?" I turn so fast that I almost broke my neckbone.

"All right." He answers immediately. I didn't say anything!!

Why is he even asking me such stuff? I'm feeling hot all over which is a bad thing. Am I gay? I've never asked myself this before. And believe me, it's not my fault. I can feel myself blushing, my embarrassment burning my both of my cheeks at once for maybe... forever.

He slightly shrugs. "Don't go anywhere until she arrives. Stay. Here." And then he closes the door quietly. How dare he leave me all alone. I really don't want to come face to face with the maid... Uh-uh, not ever.

I wait another second before I open the drawer. The journal must be in here somewhere... I grab and flip over a page.

And no, I'm not venting.

Day 1. Sour as a Pickled Lemon. I mutter in annoyance. Why is he doing this to me? Does he hate me in the depths of his deepest, rotting soul?

I absentmindedly write the word 'rotten' at the corner of the page and I immediately erase it. I hope he doesn't find this diary.

Not long after there is a knock on the door and a kind-looking maid pops her head in. "You requested for me?"

"No-no, I didn't---"

"Yes, Barrbatos asked me to dress you for the day."

The first thing that I viewed was her low-cut cleavage. Is it not cold? She comes in and closes the door quietly behind her. I clear my throat.

 "Let's start. I'll place a few day-dresses on your bed and you can choose which one's the best. You may choose whichever you'd like."

She heads almost immediately towards the cupboard and swiftly flips a few dresses. Taking in a few gowns in her hands and then finally splaying them on the bed. She doesn't hesitate with her quick moves which makes me think she's a professional at this.