A/N: Thanks for the support on the last chapter, it inspired me to write some more so.. let's do this!
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It has been 1 week working for house Dimitrescu. You had minimal contact with Alcina and her unsettling daughters. You spent your time preparing meals and cleaning toilets, awating your end.
You were heading outside, in the courtyard, to hand the Lady's clothes. You had a basket in your frail hands. The basket was clearly too heavy for you. You tried marching over to the washing line but you collided with an inconvenient stone. You tripped up, descending to the ground.
"Those were clearly too heavy for you." Up came a voice. You looked up, it was Alcina, your lady. She reached her hand up, her face wasn't smiling however.
'This is the end of me.'
You grabbed her cold hand, glancing at her enticing eyes. As your hands parted you regained your balance, Lady Dimitrescu carried the basket over to the washing line.
"I forgot how small humans are. Meet me in the opera hall during supper." She informed, looking you up and down and smirking.
"What for." You asked cautiously, trying to avoid eye contact.
"Don't ask questions." She stated sternly, now walking away.
Your heart nearly exploded. You turned around after seeing that she left and continued your job, pining up clothes, bashfully holding at the more revealing outfits.
'Why would she want me in the opera hall?'
Supper came, you prepared her tea, adding a supply of blood in the liquid. The tray shakes and rattled as you timidly headed over to the opera hall. You arrived.
Lady Dimitrescu had her back turned to you, staring at a record player. She graced her fingers across some records.
"Ah, Y/N.. Welcome." She purred, still having her back turned from you.
"Why did you ask me here?" You asked, placing down the tray of tea, still shaking.
"Are you any good at dancing?" She appealed, finally grabbing a record that she saw fit.
"What do you mean, my lady?" You hesitated, fantasising about what she could mean by dancing. You shook your head trying to forget the feeling of lust.
She put the record in the machine. A classical piece played across the room. She seemed to enjoy the song as she hummed faintly to it.
She then turned around to speak to you.
"The old maiden who used to teach me dancing died. I need a replacement." She insisted, storming closer and closer towards you, hand on her hips.
"It.. would be a pleasure." You rambled
"I'm not actually sure if I can dance, I havw two le-." She cut you off by putting her hand around your waist, taking your other hand over her sholder. Your checks turned into a flaming red colour, you would dare looking into her eyes at this time.
"Ah.. What if I did this?" She cooed, grabbing your face and pulling it inches towards her lips. You was hypnotised, you could feel her breath go down your body. Anticipating what was going to happen next, you stared at her lips, the crimson lipstick daring you to go closer. The fear that once shot you completely disapeared in that very moment.
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"Mother!" Bela bellowed, slamming the doors open heatedly. Lady Dimitrescu hastily dropped you on the floor, repositioning her body. She stood there, embarrassed.
"Uh.. Mother Miranda requests a phone call with you... I'll be off now." Bela spluttered, turning into her sworm of flies and leaving.
You got up off the floor, looking at your feet.
You was in utter shock about the moment you shared.
"If you think this means we are close now, you are clearly mistaken." She muttered, flustered and embarrassed. She left the room.
You held your face where she held it. The scene still on replay on your mind.. You knew that the scene would stay on loop for an entire lifetime.
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