Fiona, An ACTUAL Maid (Aiden C.)

You are Fiona Dimwater, red-headed servant and trusted consultant of the Wallace-Medici House. Stirring slowly, but early, you find yourself awake to witness the first day of spring. The thought excites you, not only because winter has given you a "fairer" complexion, but because the town will come alive again. The winter is harsh and unforgiving, trade routes stop coming through, there are no festivals to be had, and the beautiful marriages held in the town square are never quite the same in the snow.

You diligently slip out of your bed, putting on a thigh-high pair of stockings, a corset that pushes a little too much up, and a short skirt. Just as you finish applying your makeup, Lady Wallace steps into your room. She's not up this early for anything but very important business. She looks you up and down before smiling at her old friend.

"Hello Fiona, could I take a seat for just a minute?" She says.

You nod. She sits down next to you, you don't even need to say anything for her to tell you what's bothering her anymore.

"You see, it's my son Pierre. Bringing up the rear has never been my strong suit, and with him reaching 18 just before the worst blizzard of recent history. I fear for his prospects, If he is going to get married this late, he must be able to impress. Yet the boy has not even fully understood the concept of courtship! I do hate to ask this of you, but would you 'teach him' so to speak?" She smiles nervously as you try to hide your surprise.

This is an interesting idea. More and more work is intertwined with sex these days, you just recently took the sword of Sir Medici II down to the house of a gay maid/blacksmith. You just never really considered what you would do if these things became important to your duties. Even though you are only five years senior of Pierre, you practically raised him from age 10. Perhaps it would be best for the sometimes slow Pierre to learn from a friend.