KittenOfSteel
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Lady Augusta yawned and lifted her arms, allowing her chambermaid to begin the long, tedious process of peeling her from the many layers of clothing she wore during the day... a tedious process, and yet a necessary one. For a widowed countess, it was even more important to give a proper impression if she was to be taken seriously by all the male nobles neighbouring her lands. Accordingly, she had to wear what felt like half a wardrobe full of clothing every day; and accordingly, the undressing took some time each evening...
They were halfway through the last underdress when the chambermaid's timid voice was heard. She was ready to slap the maid for talking without permission - yet what she heard made her jump out of the room, half-undressed, ready to slap someone else.
"My lady, I think there is someone watching!", she had said. And for sure there was. Her hand grabbed him just as he was trying to hurry off around the corner, and forcefully pulled him back. A young male servant looked at her, uncertain what his strict lady would do to him.
They were halfway through the last underdress when the chambermaid's timid voice was heard. She was ready to slap the maid for talking without permission - yet what she heard made her jump out of the room, half-undressed, ready to slap someone else.
"My lady, I think there is someone watching!", she had said. And for sure there was. Her hand grabbed him just as he was trying to hurry off around the corner, and forcefully pulled him back. A young male servant looked at her, uncertain what his strict lady would do to him.