She doesn’t need to know his name

“Sir is fine. We’ll see if that changes over your time here, but Sir to start will be fine. Go ahead and clean up and get out of those traveling clothes as well.”

She nodded silently and placed her bag on the bed. She began unpacking, surveying her clothing as she did, only to find that the closets were already full. Each was lined with sets of lingerie in all the colors of the rainbow. There were some outfits, dresses mostly, that she could possibly wear out, but it was clear what Sir intended for her to wear: not much.

She washed up, savoring the feeling of the rain shower. Whoever Sir was, he was certainly well off. She took a moment to do her makeup, a simple red lip giving her a ‘50s style glamor, and surveyed her closets again. She felt anxious, not knowing what was in store for her. She knew that Sir would be mentoring her in the ways of adulthood, but she was increasingly unsure what that meant. Her first lesson seemed to be a test of how she would present herself to him.