The maid's expression sours, eyes lowered but exposed to the truth of what nauseatingly infatuated fools they are. She marks the change in the mistress from the quiet, distressed waif she'd been around the manor's previous master, so cannot begrudge them too badly. At least there's some light left.
Paloma's eyes cannot stay demurely averted for long when she'd rather they be full of Henry. "I am readiest! Does your man wait in the outside?" Expecting a yes, she inches across the opulent carpet. Carlos never restrained his tastes. Her fangs are evidence enough of that.
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Paloma's eyes cannot stay demurely averted for long when she'd rather they be full of Henry. "I am readiest! Does your man wait in the outside?" Expecting a yes, she inches across the opulent carpet. Carlos never restrained his tastes. Her fangs are evidence enough of that.