“Hello. I understand this must be a large shock to you, but welcome nonetheless,” the muscular woman with the husky voice said, “My name is Suzu. I’ll be the nurse around here and for awhile in charge of most of your affairs. To my left is Anya, the head maid, and to my right is Kate, who, I must warn you, really doesn’t talk a lot.”
You nodded in acknowledgement, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Anya seemed to regard you with the same level of regard that a cat would pay a mouse she couldn’t devour. Her heart-shaped face was beautiful, no doubt about that, and, with her locks of scarlet hair, she was quite a sight to behold. You were long aware of your sexual preferences as a lesbian, but this girl seemed to both discourage and encourage your preferences. The girl Kate, however, was just as adorable. She had a round, chubby face with beautiful albino skin, her scarlet eyes staring right at the ground over her plump little belly. You wanted to just give the girl a massive hug, but decided against it.
It wasn’t the right time.
“For the next few days, I’ll be doing a lot of your paper work and will require your signature from time to time, but otherwise, you are the Master.”
“Okay, I’ll try to do my best,” you stammered, nervous from this pressure put on you and equally nervous that you’d do just what you longed to do to these women, hold their bodies in your arm and never let go. You were above such all-consuming desire.
“Anya will show you to your room for now,” Suzu replied, turning away.
Anya grumbled slightly to herself as she guided up upstairs, glancing down at the ground. “So you’re the Master’s niece?” she finally said, grumpily.
“Yup,” you replied, morose.
“Can’t believe we got stuck with such an idiot,” Anya mumbled.
“What was that?” you stammered, eyes wide with frustration, “What did you say?”
“You heard me. You aren’t half the man my master was,” Anya mumbled.
“Well, first off, I hope I’m not. I kinda have a vagina,” you replied, emphasizing the rather naughty choice of words, “Secondly, I’m his niece. I’m not gonna be identical to the guy, ya know?” Who was this jerk talking to her like this? She had some nerve calling HER an idiot. If anything, Anya was the idiot for treating someone badly before getting to know them, before understanding anything. Intolerant little—
Anya sighed, heavily running a hand through her hair. It was then that you noticed a tear running down her cheek, her eyes red and sodden. She hid her face behind her hair from then on, or at least her eyes, to keep anyone from noticing the tears she cried. You felt anger subside, but not ease away. Was she just lashing out at you because she was sad? That wasn’t any excuse, but even so, at least it was a reason.
“Here’s your room. Take it,” Anya mumbled, walking away, “Don’t complain, it’s the best in the estate. I’ll bring you dinner in your bed.”
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