Return to the Barton's Hall

Getting out of Evelyn's car feels like leaving a dream and returning to the normal word. The exterior doesn't smell like her, it doesn't hug you or kiss you in the same way. You don't have a problem with security to let you enter the Barton's Household, but right after you cross the main gate, Rufus, the chiefmaid of the house, is waiting for you with his dread expression.

"So, the little slut has return. I see that at least you had the decency to ruin your own dress this time."

"Sir, I..."

"You, you, you. That's the problem with your sorry ass. You keep forgetting that this isn't about you, that you are here to serve and obey, nothing more."

"Yes, sir..."

"I don't like you, slut. You think you are the first one I see of your kind? You go around, fucking everything that moves with your young body... Oh but I have seen your lot get old: every one wants to fuck the whore, no one wants to marry him, and day by day you grow penniless and unloved. An old hag with no wife, only some stories of how he used to date some famous lady that married a better man. No one would care to even listen." She then points to your arms, where you have the sketching book and pencils for Amelia. "And what the hell is that?"

"This... This..."

"Give it to me, boy." He says extending his arm.

"but, but..." You don't dare to say the lady's name, you know it could get both of you into trouble and you can't think of any other excuse in time.

"Hand it over. Now." Your have no will to disobey. Your gift to Amelia, the thing you thought that maybe could make her happy, is taken from you with such ease. Rufus takes it and looks at it with a mocking smile "Of course a 'liberated' man like you would have and interest on the liberal arts. How typical..."

"I have the right to one item of personal importance." You dare to say, defying him for the first time.

"You have the right... I think I'll keep it for now... You yourself better take that tray over there and bring it to lady Cassandra's chambers, her studio, to be precise. She is having a late dinner with her lawyers."

"But I'm not dressed for..." You say, looking down on you expensive and inappropriate dress.

"Then maybe you should have thought about that before... Go on. The lady is waiting."

The walk to her chambers was a ****, not only was visiting lady Cassandra always scary in itself, you were scandalously dressed for the occasion... She will notice... She will look at you... And what if she? You find Pablo in the matriarch antechambers, but he just give you a naughty look and offers no help. As you enter the proper room, you see that Cassandra is indeed not alone, she is reunited with at least fifteen other women, all dressed in black suits and carrying expensive suitcases. One of them is talking.

"Senator Britney has publicly rejected your financial support for her campaign."

"That titless prick."says lady Cassandra. "How the hell does she think she is gonna get the money? Fuck her, let her go and suck a cock for all I care."

"It may start a wave." Says another woman. "Our other candidates might do the same if they think..."

"Think? THINK?" Screams Cassandra. "You call THAT thinking? They are MY candidates. I put them there. They are nothing without me!... And now they are all scared because what? Some snowflakes on the internet!? The hell has happened to this country!?"

Her voice make you tremble. She is mad, she is really mad. You pray to the heavens that she doesn't notice you, that maybe you can go to the table, leave the tray in silence and get the hell out before anyone notices you, they all seem very focused in the conversation, it might work... But by this point you should have learned that all your dreams are short-lived.

"THE FUCK IS THIS!?" She is screaming, she is screaming at you. All the women turn their heads and look at you in silence. You bow your head, praying that she looks at your dress and not your face. You want to cry. Her voice takes a while to reappear and to your surprise, something in her sounds... Scared. "W-where did you find that dress?"

"I'm sorry lady C..."

"Out!" She says, and something in her voice trembles. "W-wait for me in that room. I'll deal with you later."

You don't dare to disobey. On your way out a few of the other women look at you. Many of them raise their eyebrows or make another gesture to tell you that they like what they see. One of them even winks at you. They all look at you like a common whore, a tasty meal. You just want to die.

As you enter the room you were appointed you see the lady's bed, with all her expensive cushions and curtains... You recognise that room. It's the same one where she once took your virginity. Lady Cassandra has appointed you to her bed chambers, she will see you there afterwards... And she was really angry.

And the door behind you is already closed.