Odette and Vivienne descended the inner staircase hand in hand, the light silk nightgowns whispering against their skin with each step.
Vivienne's — soft lavender — brushed delicately against her breasts and thighs, reminding her of Odette's recent touch. Odette's, pale ivory, fell like a pale cascade over her curves, leaving her shoulders and part of her chest exposed.
Upon reaching the ground floor, the aroma of lunch already filled the corridor: warm herbs, melted butter, truffles, and something citrus that made the stomach purr. They followed the scent toward the smaller dining hall, when a figure appeared from the side kitchen door, pushing a service cart with almost theatrical grace.
It was Selena Carmine.
She stopped upon seeing them, her golden eyes shining with a mix of surprise and professional satisfaction. Her tilted red fringe partially covered one eye, but did not hide the welcoming smile forming on her lips.
— Miladies… — she said, her voice low and velvety, laden with genuine courtesy. — You arrived just in time. Lunch is ready to be served.
Selena stepped forward, the movement highlighting even more the bold outfit she wore — no apron to disguise it. The upper part was a fitted white corset, with a deep neckline held by thin straps around her neck. The opaque fabric embraced her generous, firm breasts, outlining their full, rounded shape, rising and falling softly with each breath.
Her slim waist was completely exposed, pale skin contrasting with the white of the corset. Below, only a satin red panty hugged her plump, lifted buttocks, with no transparency at all. The rounded, full curves stood out firmly, the fabric marking the deep line between them.
On her legs, black stockings rose to the tops of her thighs, held by discreet garters that appeared with each movement, completing a provocative yet elegant look.
When Selena leaned forward to adjust a cloche on the cart, her breasts projected slightly forward, the corset stretching against their fullness. At the same time, her buttocks lifted behind her, the rounded firmness highlighted completely, the satin fabric molding every curve with precision.
Name:
Selena Carmine
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 1.70 m
Weight: 68 kg
She is… impressive, thought Vivienne, her golden amber elf eyes following the empty space where Selena had been. It's not just the outfit — though that alone is impossible to ignore. It's the way she carries all of it: without shame, without effort, as if her body were a natural extension of what she does. She cooks with the same confidence with which she moves.
Odette squeezed Vivienne's hand lightly, a gesture both possessive and playful.
— Selena, the smell is wonderful — Odette commented, her tone light and satisfied. — You've outdone yourself, as always.
Selena straightened, her breasts swaying softly with the movement. She turned fully to them, her golden eyes passing over Vivienne with a respectful, professional look.
— Thank you, Lady Odette. I prepared truffle risotto with aged parmesan, a touch of white wine and herbs from the garden. The salmon is freshly grilled, with a lemon sauce that is light and refreshing. — She gestured to the cart. — Would you like me to serve here or take it to the garden? The sun is perfect outside.
Vivienne nodded, feeling the aroma invade her senses and soothe any lingering tension.
— In the garden, please. Let's enjoy the light.
Selena smiled warmly, without malice or provocation beyond the natural ease of someone who loves what she does.
— Perfect. I'll take everything to the table outside right away.
She pushed the cart with ease, her body moving with total confidence: breasts swaying softly within the tight corset, rounded buttocks trembling with the rhythm, red satin panty marking every curve. As she passed them, she kept a respectful distance, without touches or personal remarks.
— If you need anything else during lunch, just call — she said in a calm, attentive voice. — Enjoy your meal, miladies.
Odette smiled back, pulling Vivienne by the hand toward the French doors.
— Thank you, Selena. Let's sit before it gets cold.
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Selena inclined her head slightly, the smile still on her lips, but with a subtle gleam of expectation in her golden eyes.
— Miladies… — she began, her voice low and respectful. — If there's nothing else you need right now, I would like to ask permission to go out to the city for a little while this afternoon. Nothing long… just an hour to enjoy myself a bit. There's a fair of spices and rare herbs in the central square today, and I wanted to see if I could find something new for the kitchen. I promise to return before dinner and prepare something special to make up for it.
She kept her posture upright, hands crossed in front of her body professionally, the corset outlining her generous curves without unnecessary movement. Her rounded, lifted buttocks remained firm behind her, conveying respect and dedication to her work.
Odette exchanged a quick glance with Vivienne, then turned back to Selena with a serene smile.
— Of course, Selena. You deserve some time for yourself. Go, enjoy the city a little. But return before sunset, yes? Tomorrow we'll have an important dinner, and I want you rested.
Selena nodded immediately, relief and gratitude appearing on her face.
— Thank you, Lady Odette. I won't be long. And I'll bring something interesting if I find it… perhaps a new spice to test at tomorrow's dinner.