The two sisters looked at one another and shook their heads.
"No, we never saw what he really looked like. For some reason, he was extremely careful about who saw his face. In fact, he was extremely secretive about everything related to him."
I frowned. They were maids. Shouldn't they be quite close to him in general? This whole thing didn't make a lot of sense in my mind.
"Aren't you two maids? How is it even possible for none of you to have seen his face even once?"
They shook their heads again when they heard my question.
"We aren't really maids. He called us…" The two of them shivered. "His playthings. That's what he called all of us."
"What do you mean by all of us? There are more than you two?"
They nodded instantly. "Yes, he has dozens of slaves just like us. All of them are girls just like us."