An unusual show of favoritism

With your room assigned, you head off to get some sleep. Once inside the building, you find that the inside is far more lavish than the outside would indicate. Paintings, sculptures, and many more pieces of art line the hallways with not even a speck of dust lingering on them. With all the fine decorations on display, you had to feel even more overwhelmed as you walked through the halls like a lost child.

It was only when you came upon the room designated as your own that you broke out of the stupor of wonder. Upon entering the room, the sensation of awe was almost brought back. The arrangements were luxurious. Handcrafted wooden furnishings, from wardrobe to desk and chairs, a full couch and armchair with the finest cushions you'd ever seen, a king-sized bed with what appeared to be a thick comforter and silk sheets. You even took notice of an open door leading into a private bathroom, with a porcelain toilet, decorated tub, and a separate shower. The opulence of your new abode seemed to be greater than anything your village had ever laid eyes upon before.

Removing your clothing, you went off to bed and practically collapsed once your were beneath the sheets of your new bed. With the comfort surrounding you, you expected your dreams that night to be inviting, or at the very least silent. Yet, while you could not recall what it was that filled your head, you knew it was not purely warm thoughts. It was not to say it was all bad, but that there was like holding hot and cold in your hands at the same time. To feel two different sensations at the same time, desiring and rejecting both of them.

When you woke up, it was not in a frenzy from the unending, yet indescribable dreams you just had, but in a lethargy as some outside **** made its presence known. It was the sound of somebody knocking at your door, something you weren't quite accustomed to due to the lack of privacy or respect you ever received during your time at the tavern.

"May I please come in sir? I have your morning meal, if that would please you." a soft, almost unheard voice called out through the door. It was soothing, timid, yet certain enough in itself that it would not stutter as you had.

"Y-yes, that's fine." you were barely able to eek out, still trying to gather your thoughts in the early hours of the day, a hand going to your eyes, trying to rub away the blurriness clouding your vision.

When you removed your hand, you found that the speaker had already entered your room, pushing a cart that contained what you could only assume was your breakfast. Bacon, scrambled and fried eggs, sausages, hash browns, fresh fruits, toast, and an assortment of pastries you'd never seen before. The scent and sight alone was absolutely appetizing, drawing a growl out from your stomach that brought a tinge to your cheeks in front of the woman.

It was only when you looked up to apologize that your hunger was forgotten. While you'd quickly become accustomed to seeing pretty women in this academy, you were still thrown off when one got so close to you, especially with their unusual appearance.

By all rights, she was a beautiful woman. Tall and slender, there was not a blemish on the serenely smooth skin of the woman, whose slightest movements from breathing seemed almost graceful in its own unique sense, with long flowing hair that reached to mid-back. She was dressed in something you'd heard of before, a maid's uniform. It was a fairly simple black dress with a white apron, which did not seem to flaunt her delicate frame so much as accentuate her natural beauty, and was accompanied by a frilly little headpiece.

Of course, beauty was again a prerequisite of most women here as previously observed. It was the woman's green skin, a healthy, vibrant hue, with the slight underlying trails of dark green veins that did not detract from her looks whatsoever. Furthermore, her 'hair' was a collection of leaves, foliage that hung freely from her head, with a cluster of three red flowers with white spots over her left ear. You were far from familiar with what species she belonged to, but it hardly seemed to matter as she looked down at you, her eyes were vibrant yellow with the whites instead a darker green.

"I do hope it is pleasing to you sir, I am not one for the taste of such foods, but I have been assured our chefs have done their best." the plant-like woman stated, the movement of her lips brought you to realize that they were painted a shade of deep blue. "However, if this meal is not to your liking, I will return to the kitchens and have prepared whatever it is you'd prefer instead." she added.

"Uh, y-yes, thank you." you say, starting to get up. It's only when the sheets start sliding down your hips do you remember your state of undress and quickly grab at them before you expose yourself to the woman.

Instead of finding any humor or embarrassment of potential exposure, the woman gives a nod of her head. "You need not feel any humiliation before me sir, I have seen many a master come through without any clothing on before and will not be insulted or make any slight at your state of dress. But, for your own benefit, I can either leave or grab you something to wear." the woman quickly stated, her words comforting enough that you offered a sheepish grin and nodded.

"I don't really have much, but if you could find me something, I'd appreciate it"

"Very well sir." she answered, then turned to the wardrobe. You were confused, until you saw her open it up and reveal a wide variety of clothing was already provided inside. You hadn't taken the time to further explore your room before you went to bed and were shocked at the options. While it was much appreciated, you had to guess that Lady Morgana or Duchess Felfram provided it for you, since you still had nothing of your own otherwise.

The maid returned with a selection of black undergarments, cream colored pants, a maroon dress shirt and a black vest. "I believe this would look rather fitting on you sir, if you'll excuse my boldness." she announced, to which you could only nod, not being one for understanding fancy dress like others. With a curt nod, she moved toward you and quickly removed the sheets from your lower half. The action was so swift and unexpected, you were dazed for a moment before you could move to cover yourself, but even in the brief moment of time you noticed an actual display of emotion from the maid.

When your hands covered your genitals, she returned her gaze, back to its stoic standard, at your face. "My apologies sir, I'm usually requested to dress my masters when they allow me to pick out their attire." she explained, apparently ignorant of the fact her cheeks were just a slight shade darker than they had been before. Placing the clothing on the bed beside you, she added in "If there is anything else you require of me sir, just call upon me with the silver bell on your desk. Duchess Felfram has me at your beck and call. Otherwise, I shall leave you to your meal and dress." she stated, giving a curtsy before leaving you to yourself.