Bab 198: Maid

Aurle was right, somehow. I did enjoy being a maid, well, as much as I could enjoy anything at this point. The maid outfits were thin and revealing, but with some effort, I settled it over the Sunpurge without igniting it. At the very least, it was infinitely better than the hell I'd been living. 

The Foxkin showed me around the entire day, kindly teaching and demonstrating the various tasks we were required to perform. They ranged from dusting the walls to serving food at mealtimes. Guests, guards, and aristocrats gave us orders, like fetching tea from the kitchen or taking their coats. Occasionally, a wandering hand grabbed at Aurle, groping her ample curves, but she'd just squeak a bit, or simply roll her eyes. 

"You get used to it," she whispered after one particularly frisky guard held us up for almost a minute. "It happens to all the girls."