London, England.
A Lady's Bedroom.
A naked 'lady', one Lady fully clothed, with a gold flag pin, of the United States of America, her age was thirty-seven years of age, her husband, the United States of America Ambassador to the British Empire.
She was hear, for obvious reasons. Alright, because there was a naked 'lady'.
The the other woman was in morning dress. She was much, much older, and not used to being, with an American. She was walking today with an expensively elaborate cane. She was the only one seated, as becoming to her age.
She found this whole process disgusting, but she never said anything, because for the most part, she was raised properly.
As for the wife of the Ambassador, she was a little confused, she was merely the wife. Not anything important - she was wrong. In this enterprise, she was defacto THE Ambassador.
The Bedroom was outfitted with four gaslight, turned down just about as far as they could go, dimness was a requirement. The gas heater, the same. The maid, was getting tea, along with another woman whom was obviously armed. She was a Lady,this was obvious, the maid knew that the other woman was 'up' there, but she didn't know much.
The 'lady ', was a true blonde, that much was clear. It was also clear as to why the room, was cold, to make sure that she wasn't running a fever. What was more concerning was that the 'lady' wasn't breathing, yet.
Suddenly, gasped, and began irregular sporadic breathing. Which quickly calmed down to being properly regular.
Color came into her cheeks, as well as the rest of her.
Five minutes, the old woman called, looking at a pocket watch. A very expensive one. It had belonged to her husband.
At the end of five minutes as the three dressed, woman and maid, really a girl, watched, 'lady's' eyes fluttered open.
Barbara February's eyes opened painfully, and fast at the same time...
She looked around startled at seeing where she was. Then realized that she was naked, blushed. A young girl no more than seventeen, but most likely younger than than approached her, with the first layer of clothing.
Twenty minutes minutes later she was fully dressed.
Her eyes bothered the old woman, they bothered the wife, as well.
Furthermore the way she reacted to smell was stronger than anyone they had ever seen.
From Barbara's point of view, her senses built up to her normal levels, which was better than most people's.
Her first thought was the hearing of that bell, not the first time, but what bothered her, was the lack of the sounds she should have heard in London.
The smell was of a great many horses, and their waste.
She had been told to expect this, when her bosses, told her she was being assigned to London, England. She saw that her contacts were present, and in a confused voice, gave the correct recognition words. In the old woman's card, which she was holding, it was the third line, in the wife's card, it was the second. In other Lady's card, it was the fourth, in the maid's case, it was the date.
Barbara's eyes grew large at that.
Barbara looked at the old woman's eye and said, as required 'What are your orders ma'am?'
Then looking at the wife, she again asked the same question.
The old woman, one look at me, and you know who I am?
A Lady's Bedroom.
A naked 'lady', one Lady fully clothed, with a gold flag pin, of the United States of America, her age was thirty-seven years of age, her husband, the United States of America Ambassador to the British Empire.
She was hear, for obvious reasons. Alright, because there was a naked 'lady'.
The the other woman was in morning dress. She was much, much older, and not used to being, with an American. She was walking today with an expensively elaborate cane. She was the only one seated, as becoming to her age.
She found this whole process disgusting, but she never said anything, because for the most part, she was raised properly.
As for the wife of the Ambassador, she was a little confused, she was merely the wife. Not anything important - she was wrong. In this enterprise, she was defacto THE Ambassador.
The Bedroom was outfitted with four gaslight, turned down just about as far as they could go, dimness was a requirement. The gas heater, the same. The maid, was getting tea, along with another woman whom was obviously armed. She was a Lady,this was obvious, the maid knew that the other woman was 'up' there, but she didn't know much.
The 'lady ', was a true blonde, that much was clear. It was also clear as to why the room, was cold, to make sure that she wasn't running a fever. What was more concerning was that the 'lady' wasn't breathing, yet.
Suddenly, gasped, and began irregular sporadic breathing. Which quickly calmed down to being properly regular.
Color came into her cheeks, as well as the rest of her.
Five minutes, the old woman called, looking at a pocket watch. A very expensive one. It had belonged to her husband.
At the end of five minutes as the three dressed, woman and maid, really a girl, watched, 'lady's' eyes fluttered open.
Barbara February's eyes opened painfully, and fast at the same time...
She looked around startled at seeing where she was. Then realized that she was naked, blushed. A young girl no more than seventeen, but most likely younger than than approached her, with the first layer of clothing.
Twenty minutes minutes later she was fully dressed.
Her eyes bothered the old woman, they bothered the wife, as well.
Furthermore the way she reacted to smell was stronger than anyone they had ever seen.
From Barbara's point of view, her senses built up to her normal levels, which was better than most people's.
Her first thought was the hearing of that bell, not the first time, but what bothered her, was the lack of the sounds she should have heard in London.
The smell was of a great many horses, and their waste.
She had been told to expect this, when her bosses, told her she was being assigned to London, England. She saw that her contacts were present, and in a confused voice, gave the correct recognition words. In the old woman's card, which she was holding, it was the third line, in the wife's card, it was the second. In other Lady's card, it was the fourth, in the maid's case, it was the date.
Barbara's eyes grew large at that.
Barbara looked at the old woman's eye and said, as required 'What are your orders ma'am?'
Then looking at the wife, she again asked the same question.
The old woman, one look at me, and you know who I am?
