Thread: A War of Maids (MasterOfWhispers and Fancy_Brat)

While Lucien wasn't glancing at her, Emilia was thinking that maybe there was still something she could do to present herself better. She'd brush her hair in place every now and then, but that was about it. Her uniform was perfectly fine as with the rest of the maids in the room with her. And of course, if he was looking her way, she was standing at attention like she should have been. Perhaps she was focusing to much on her appearance, as when Lucien called her name, she seemed unprepared for it. Y-yes Master? She instantly straightened up more, awaiting whatever he had to say to her. And that's when she remembered, today was the day she'd have her individual review. It was something all the newer maids had to go through, and now it was her turn. She could feel the nerves creeping up a little, knowing she couldn't do anything that would make him question why she was hired. Though the idea of spending time alone with him perhaps calmed her down some as well. Yes, Master. Understood. When he had turned away from her, she felt like gravity had returned to normal and she could relax, though she still could feel her hand trembling a little. Urgh...why do I have to feel so nervous with him...? she thought to herself. The mind of a young woman in love was truly a remarkable thing though. To snap her out of her little self-pity, the announcement of the Maids Hand competition stirred up quite a bit of excitement in the room. Even before she came to work here, she knew of these competitions, though she hadn't really anticipated that she'd suddenly become a part of it so soon. It was not surprising though the the rest of her comrades were excited about this. For the most part, they were a completely new bunch, competing in their first ever Maids Hand competition. When the option to stay here was given, Emilia felt rather bad for even considering that for a second. Sure, she was rather new here, but she was quickly getting used to her duties. Though she knew that while they were working together to try and impress the judges, she'd be trying her best to impress Lucien. Come now Emilia! What sort of fairy tale do you think you're living in? In many stories she had read, such a relationship between master and maid wasn't common. Besides, wouldn't it affect her work habits? But at the very least, she'd like it if he told her that she was doing a good job. She clenched her fists a little as she finally spoke up. We're not finished showing our appreciation Master. We though she wanted to say I will work twice as hard for this. With mutual agreement of their participation, they were soon dismissed, off to go about as they normally would. It would be the same for Emilia, though she would have her review soon. At the mention of massage oil, it took some effort for her not to let out a little squeal of excitement. Did he really want her to massage him? But he wasn't taking advantage of his position. He did require the massage to take care of his pains. Of course, Master. After he went into his office, she quickly darted from the room, trying to stay as composed as possible while she retrieved the massage oil. She found herself at the door to his office, making one last check over herself before she knocked gently on the door. Master...? I'm coming in. She slowly pushed past the doors, and she'd find him there waiting. I brought the massage oil as you requested. For now, she was just glad she wasn't stumbling over her words.