The maids proceeded to invite you into the mansion. Once inside, you saw the enormity of the manor.
“Holy shit! This is a big house!” You marveled as you stared up at the ceiling. The main lobby reached a height of around 60 feet. The biggest surprise after that was how spotless the place was. “How do you clean it all?”
“By being professionals.” Mia stretched out her wings. “And these help a lot.”
Amy hopped in. “Mostly targeted cleaning of sections that guests would be. The house is too big for just two maids to clean everything. We lock the wings and such where guests would not be going.
Sarah, who had grown to her full height of around 14 feet with her clothes on, thanks to her new magic, added. “It is a big house. I have only been to a small portion of it.”
“This would make a killer place for a party.” Madi stated. “Vicky would throw a fit if we held one here. It would outclass what she could stir up. Could we host a party here?” Madi asked the brunette maids.
“We are accepting applications for new maid positions.” Amy responded. The answer was no.
The group decided to go deeper into the mansion, past a set of stairs at the end of the lobby. This hallway had a nice long red carpet leading deeper into the center of the mansion. This hallway maxed out at around 20 feet in height. The dark wooden walls had sets of shiny armor lined along it. The maids really did their craft well. This led to the centerpiece of the mansion, the ballroom.
“It’s fucking huge!” You sucked in the dazzling sight.
The ballroom stretched upwards to around 100 feet where it was capped with a dome. The walls had fancy drawings on it which would have been expected to be in Europe. The trimming was silver instead of gold along every fancy nook, linings, and frame. It is an area to treat the rich folks. The walls were also lined with different sizes on doors, like there would be a variety of sizes for people.
“You have to admit it, princess.” Madi awed the brilliant room. “Your family’s rich.”
“It’s not that rich.” Sarah tried to defend herself but it wasn’t working. This place was fancy. “Our family might be well off and I don’t know all of Uncle Joe’s finances.”
“It is either that or you are royalty, Princess.” You said.
“Is that going to be my nickname?” Sarah didn’t look happy that her nickname might be something childish.
“We will see what the others say when they see this.” Madi stated.
The maids stopped in this room. “She could be a queen with how big she has gotten.” Mia spoke about Sarah’s towering height. “It is hard to get that big.” Mia was a bit peppy with her observation.
“I would say that she is.” Amy turned around. “This is where we have to stop for now.” Amy changed the conversation. “Everyone has to go to different sections of the manor.”
“What? why?” You were confused at this.
“Everyone has different tasks and conversations. The master of the house thought it would be confusing if everyone was asking vastly different questions in the same subject that answers could be muddled. We have slotted guests for different times to allow a more one on one conversation to keep everything clean and cut.” Amy was remaining professional while Mia was a bit more chippy. “So we decided that this would be the best spot to split. Since it is the biggest room in the house. You can find your way back here, eventually ”
“Makes sense. This place is huge.”
“So we will come back here when we are done?” Madi asked.
“That is correct.” Amy answered. “And we will have more group discussions after that.”
“Now, Sarah. You come with me.” Mia was energetic as she attempted to give Sarah a high five on one foot. This was greeted with Amy jabbing Mia in the side with her tail. Mia toppled over in a crumpled mess.
“Remain professional, remember.”
Mia looked a little bit teary as she picked herself up. “Why can’t I just lighten the mood?”
“Because it could dock our pay.” Amy pinched her forehead as she seemed stressed. “And your childish antics could make the guests expect that we are not made of the highest quality service. It is embarrassing.” Mia looked like Amy’s words were literal arrows. She seemed pained by what Amy said. Amy faced Madi in a serious manner. “You will be heading with me to meet the head of the house. He likes to meet those with the blood first.”
“Alright. I guess I'll talk to the big cheese first.” Madi replied. They proceeded to move towards one of the many doors in the ballroom. “See you all later.” She waved.
“Now that she is gone.” Mia bounced back to her happy personality. “We are going to the training room. We are going to see if you can cast those spells you couldn’t before now that you have more magical energy.”
“I can try.” Sarah responded. She then motioned at you. “What about Dweeb?”
“He can stay here until my sister comes back. She will be taking him to Uncle Joe’s office.” Mia putting her arms behind her head. She was getting more unprofessional as her sister went farther away from her. “Madison will be joining us for magic lessons after she talks to Uncle Joe. She needs to catch up.” Mia walked backwards towards her door.
Sarah turned to you. Concern was in her eyes. “I have to go with Mia. Do you think that you could handle being here alone?” It was like she was a mother looking after her child. You didn’t come up to her waist at this size.
You slightly chuckle at the irony a little. “I would have said the same sort of thing to you if this was Saturday. I will be fine. This room is plenty big to keep me occupied. Go learn, magic. It sounds like a fun thing to be able to do.” You prodded her to follow by pushing her leg.
“You’re right. I can be pretty foolish.” She laughed too. She shrunk herself down to seven feet, catching onto what was going on. “Sorry if I hurt your feelings.”
“Not at all. I was laughing at how this used to switch. It would be a problem if you treated me like a kid constantly when you are that size.”
She grabbed your hands into hers. “I promise I won’t do that. You are a man.” She gave a sly smile. “Unless I want to tease you a little bit.”
“Only a little bit.” you grinned in return. It was a wonderful moment having Sarah’s hands in yours. You wanted to tell her how much she means to you. BUt unfortunately there was an interruption.
“Come on, you love imps! I don’t have all day!” Mia cried out from the frame of the door.
“Sorry!” Sarah called out to the maid. Her next words were aimed secretly for you to hear. “I am going to tell Amy about this unprofessionalism.”
“Mia is not going to like the next paycheck.” You giggle. “I will see you after magic practice.”
“Definitely.” Sarah gave you a quick kiss. “Betsy is planning dinner tonight so it is going to be good.” Sarah dashed to Mia. Mia pushed herself off as Sarah came over
“I look forward to it.” Your smile got bigger from the kiss, along with the voluptuous features of Sarah bouncing as she greeted Mia. They both left, leaving you alone in the ballroom.
You immediately began to look around the ballroom. Staring at all the silver decor and craftsmanship that went into its design. It was massive. The family must have fallen into riches if they were able to build this. There seemed to be a lot of expense focused directly in this room. There were a few paintings here and there that would catch a pretty penny. Some empty spots as there were some selling of stuff at some low points. The big thing that caught your eye was the roof, specifically the dome. The dome had a mural.
The mural on the dome seemed to tell a story. It was styled around art in the 18th century. It had four different areas for depictions. The first were people coming off a ship with a noticeable fashion choice. These were the pilgrims. They were coming out to meet some Native Americans. That was the second area and it was interacting with the first with a handshake. Behind the pilgrims, a group of scantily clad women were sitting on a rock. They each had a little demon on their shoulders, drawn in the old style of demons. The fourth area had a group of white robed people with each having a staff marching towards the scantily clad women. There was a leader of this group, his cowl removed. He had something aimed at the women, a handle or grip of some sort. The art was so damaged that you couldn’t make it out. You tried to guess what it was for several minutes but couldn’t come up with anything unless you got closer.
This train of thought halted when you heard some footsteps. Someone was coming to the ballroom.
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