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[shelley_winters]

Shelley idly flicks through the pages of the book, not really reading. The seamstress is due to arrive, and Loira had left to escort her up when she did.

She hopes it's a she.

Not that she can do much about it now, short of pitching a fit, which she would never do anyway because it might get Loira in trouble. Never mind that the woman must be a darkfriend to work for Ishamael, she still doesn't want her maid punished for her 'misbehaviour.' The girl sighs, and closes the book.

Footsteps.

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[shelley_winters]

Surreptitiously rubbing her ribs where a particularly sharp jab had been recieved, Shelley nods, and goes to put her dress back on.

"Thank you, Reilin. Loira, could you..."

The maid is already there, assisting the seamstress to pack away extra bits of pin-ridden fabric before keying open the door.

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Reilin irritatedly pricked Loira's hand with a pin. She needed everything in the right spot, and that maid could do nothing but mess things up. After this, she had an appointment with Kamarile Maradim Nindar.

"You are quite welcome. The dress will be along shortly. An invoice has been left with Elan."

With no further comment, Reilin left the room. A few moments later, two servants came for the cabinet. The door slid closed.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley narrows her eyes at the door.

"I really don't like her."

Loira nods meekly, flexing her pricked hand slightly. Lady Shelley does not like many people, it seems, as a general rule. Not even Lord Ishamael.

"Just as you say, my Lady."