A weird meeting

Emily got home drunk after partying on campus. Her fair complexion made her very attractive to the boys. Her straight long brown hair reaching past her sholders, her enchanting blue eyes, However, she just hadn't hit it off with someone yet. When she got home, she saw signs that hinted that the new attendant was already moved in. She already knew this through her conversations with her, but still it was something else to actually see it. She tossed the keyes to a bowl besides the door and took a rest at the sofa. That's when she spotted something very unusual in the opposite corner. It hadn't been visible from the entry hall but it was now. A golden serpent staff. She slowly stood up from the sofa, staring at the staff. The ruby eyes almost seemed to glow. In her drunk, weakened state she was utterly unable to resist. And there was no one there to snap her out of it. She slowly went closer, never loosing eye contact with the serpent's eyes. When she reached it, she gently caressed the head of the serpent as if trying to calm it. She then stroked the base of the staff before lifting it in her hands. She carried it to the sofa, where she almost nursed it as a child on her lap: stroking it, looking it in the eyes and smiling. Slowly her smile faded snd her stroking stopped, untill she just stared mindlessly at it.

After an hour or so, she got the feeling that this staff was not hers, that it belonged to someone else. This was somehow important. However, because the staff's influence had slowly been growing and Emily was pretty weak minded at the time due to her drunk and sleepy state, the staff was able to influence her more. So as she sat for several hours on the sofa one word that echoed in her head stood out: servitude. Servitude to the staff. Servitude to it's owner. It also slowly planted the idea of not resisting. When the staff called to her or just wanted to influence her, she would not resist. And like that, several hours of her staring at the staff had passed. It was nearly morning untill she finally went to bed. But she took the staff with her to the bedroom and put it in the corner. She needed to find it's rightful owner. She could not risk that her new roommate Amanda took the staff away. Perhaps Amanda could help her find the staff's owner? As she was about to close her eyes and go to sleep, unbeknownst to her, her eyes briefly glowed red. She then drifted to a pieceful slumber.

When Emily woke up, Amanda had already been awake for some time. She had even been kind enough to make breakfast for Emily. She stood in the kitchen in an apron with some eggs in a pan when Emily lazily arrived. "Good morning!" Cheered Amanda. "Mornin' " grunted Emily and took a seat. "Nice to finally meet you Emily, I'm Amanda, as you probably figured out." Amanda said as she offered her hand for a handshake. Emily didn't seem impressed. "By the way, have you seen my staff? It was here yesterday but was gone when I woke up." Amanda inquired. Suddenly, anger flared over Emily and she stood up. "YOUR STAFF!? Who said it belongs to YOU!? It has a rightful OWNER that I intend to find. I don't care WHO you are. If you are NOT the OWNER then Fuck Off!" Emily now had her finger in Amanda's chest and stared angrily at her. The way Emily said "Your staff", however, triggered something inside Amanda. "Yes, MY staff. So you know where it is. Fess up." Emily was taken back by this answer and was unsure for a moment, before countering Amanda. "No, I won't tell. Bitch."

Well, this was certainly not anything like how Amanda pictured the first meeting between the two would go. Amanda started thinking. There were only so many rooms in the apartment, so unless she hid it someplace else, it would be somewhere here. The natural first place too look would ve Emily's room. So, without saying anything, Amanda marched right to Emily's room. Emily was a little confused and followed Amanda, asking her questions like "Hey, where sre you going?" and "why aren't you answering me?" When Amanda reached her room, Emily tried in vain to hold her back. She grabbed Amanda's hand but it didn't slow her down. The staff lay clearly visible in the corner and Emily scolded herself in her head. How could I be so stupid and not hide it? But it was already too late. Amanda grabbed the staff and shoved Emily aside. Emily stumbled backwards and landed on her ass at the floor. What she saw completely astounded her, and changed her perspective forever.

When Emily saw Amanda holding the staff, everything clicked. Amanda was the rightful owner of the staff. She had also said so herself, why didn't Emily listen? She was too blinded and closed minded. Now, everything made sense. It was Amanda she was meant to serve. But what did serve entail? She didn't quite know, but perhaps she could start by prepearing meals, doing the cleaning, doing laundry. That seemed like a good start.

Still on the floor, Emily started her apology looking at Amanda, then looking to the floor in shame. "Look, I'm... I'm sorry for my outburst earlier, okay? It was wrong of me... God... So wrong ... But, bygones is bygones. I don't know what came over me. So how about we start fresh? As an apology, I'll finish breakfast?" Emily slowly looked up to Amanda hoping she could forgive her. "Yeah, it's been a pretty wierd morning. Let's do that. Hey, I'm Amanda, nice to meet you." Both smiled. "Name's Emily. Pleasure's all mine." And so they went and ate breakfast.