You stop fearfully still, as the knob twists, your breath halting as slowly the door pushes open, your fingers still clinging to the button of your
collar. A figure casually strolls in, carrying a stack of towels and setting them mindfully on top of a stand next to the wash room. The figure then
stops and looks at you in surprise, its features slowly turning to a smile as it steps closer into the light of the lantern. You lower your hands from
the button, still unsure of what to say as it draws nearer, it's shape more defined, -her- shape, in fact, was that of a petite woman in a maids
uniform, steps closer "My apologies, sir! I wasn't aware that we would be entertaining this evening.". Even in normal circumstances the woman
would've drawn the same speechless reaction. At your appraisal she appears to be in her early twenties, her face is soft and kind, framed in blonde
hair, tied up in a bun. Her eyes are brown and her lips are full, she gives off a sense of innocence and sweetness as she introduces herself "I'm
estella", bowing as she does so, the gesture accentuating the girth of her bosom as she leaned forward, the bustier-fashioned cut of her slightly-
more-promiscuous-than-a-maid-should-wear uniform only exacerbating things. She looks up after a moment, noting you still haven't
responded. She glances back at the door, which somehow shut without you noticing, then back at you with a mischevious smile. She steps closer
now, continuing "I do love when we have visitors", she lifts her hands and begins to unaffix the button you had struggled with earlier, the action
snapping you out of your trance, as finally, you speak, clearing your throat, "oh, that. I'm fine thank you, it's nice to meet you estella", the
nervousness in your voice obvious as your mind races through the notes you had kept... estella.... estella... you know there was mention of this
apparition. She merely laughs, deciding instead to place her hands on your chest and shove you backwards, playfully onto the bed, climbing on
top of you slinkily. She pulls her hair out of the bun and lets it cascade down upon you as she leans over your face, her pouty lips hovering above
you before she presses them against yours, her tongue parting your lips as warm breath from her nose brushes against your cheek. Her smell is
intoxicating and her body is warm as she begins to grind against you, for a moment you lose yourself, forgetting where you are as you begin to
kiss her back, running your hand through her hair and cupping the back of her head. Your lips part spittly as she whispers at you encouragingly,
the angelic smile goading you on. Her skirt begins to ride upwards as she beings to grind on you more roughly, the garters of her stockings
exposed. Your eyes widen suddenly as you feel a bulge begin to rub against you, the unnatural brush is enough to jog your memory as you realize
this is Estella Higsby, persecuted as "the girl-boy" until she fled her home of england to reside with the baron. She notices your surprise and
lowers her face again, plunging her tongue deep into your throat....