You are late

"What did I tell you?" The chief maid's tone is even darker now that it ever was this morning. He stands in the middle of the kitchen, like a tower of authority, even while wearing that ridiculous maid dress they **** you all to wear. The other maids are in the kitchen too, but they focus in their work and don't even dare to look in your direction.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." You say with your head low.

"You have embarrassed me. I told you not to embarrass me, but you are late."

"I'm sorry, the lady Amelia asked me to assist her and..."

"Are you really going to blame one of our noble ladies for your faults...? Go on, I would love to hear it."

"Sorry..."

He stares you for long and dreadful seconds. He then handles you a tray, full of glasses of juice and bowls of milk, cereals and pastries. "I don't trust your dirty hands to make anything passable for food. You will carry this to the ladies. Go on, pest, they are waiting."

The tray is heavy but you carry it with elegance. As you enter the spacious dinner room you recognise the voice of the lady Amelia. "Oh, finally." She says, without looking in your direction with the tone of a spoiled child. You then look upon the table. The lady Lily is here too and she recognises you, her beautiful dark eyes open in a brief moment of sock, but she quickly returns to an indescifrable look, her beautiful asian features giving her an air of cold dignity. Amelia has another brief reaction, but hers is a mean smile. None of them are really the one to scare you, though:

Lady Cassandra sits at the head of the table.

The matriarch of House Barton doesn't even look to you, she doesn't even acknowledges your presence, and has the same consideration for your existence as if the food just appeared out of thin air. The three wear elegant and austere black suits, but lady Cassandra's is the most expensive and the blackest, her stern look seems capable of untold horrors far beyond those of her daughters, even when you don't see her eyes directly. Her voice is ice cold. "...That imbecile is incapable of having a real opinion, and she better no develop one. She would say what I want her to say or I will see her stupid TV program burn."

"I doubt she would dare to make real questions." Says Amelia with a soft and well spoken tone.

"She will make the RIGHT questions." Says the lady Cassandra.

You serve the first plates of their breakfast to Amelia and then Cassandra, without them even acknowledging your existence. As you approach Lily you notice that her older sister is subtlety distracting her mother, that the two of them continue to talk to each other, keeping her mother's eyes away from Lily, and when you are just besides the younger sister she looks at you apprehensively, like she wants to apologise to you. As you serve her you feel her hand on your tights, a quick and invasive movement, you feel it as she puts a piece of paper there.

You act as if nothing happened and walk away from the room as quickly as you came. As you go away, Lily pretends to ignore you as her mother addresses her.

"And what about you, Lily?" Ask the matriarch.

"I have afternoon classes today. I will use the morning for exercise. My personal trainer should come at nine and it's leg day." Says the younger sister.

"Good."

As you leave the room you turn around sneakily to look at them one last time, as much as those women scare you, something urges you to look one more time upon their beauty, maybe it had something to do with your still frustrated dick, but you would never admit that. As you look back, your gaze founds that of the lady Amelia, she is watching with her perpetual smile and the sultry woman blows you a kiss, that seems to say 'good luck, tiger'.

Outside, you search your tight for the papel Lily left there, quickly hidden in your dress, you unfold it with trembling and sweaty hands. The message is clear and concise, written with a sharp and elegant trace.

Meet me in my room, at 12 am.

There is a hearth symbol, drawn at the very end.