Mirielle woke up with a foggy, heavy head. She came out from under a pillow and almost blinded herself with the bright light. He was still shining in the room after Arelato left.
She looked around. Not a single window. A low stone ceiling. The walls are hung with thick patterned tapestries, but from underneath the fabric, there was a homogeneous, monolithic stone surface. Is it a cave in a rock? It does not look like a real front door. Strong, oak.
Miri got out of bed - completely naked. Orshava must have undone her fainting after the portal. Brr, you filthy witch. The girl was disgusted by the fact that she touched her. But she was better than Arelato.
Where are the clothes? Miri looked around - no sign of her green dress made of thick cloth. And lower shirts, too.
Suddenly the door opened. Mirielle squealed and jumped back into bed, pulled a blanket up to her armpits. I thought Arelato had arrived early in the morning. He took the prisoner's clothes and came to look at them naked.
But a woman appeared on the doorstep of the room. In a dark, modest dress, the same race as Orshava and Arelato. She worshipped Miriel. From the gestures and movements of the fairy, she realized that she was a maid.
The woman raised one of the tapestries in front of the front door. Behind him, there was a dark hole. The maid gestured and invited Mirielle to come through. The girl leaned against her, but came out from under the blankets and spanked her bare feet through the bedroom.
There was a bathroom in the opening. The floor, walls, and ceiling were laid out in a bizarre mosaic with images of strange fish and sea animals. Miriel immediately looked at the pictures, opening his mouth with interest. The pieces of the mosaic were slippery and cold, but the cold did not interfere.
The maid came to the big bath, opened the faucet in the wall. A jet of hot water rushed in. The bathtub was immediately enveloped in steam clubs. The maid also offered to plunge into the water, and the maid gladly poured water on the floor, walls, and the maid herself.
- Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
She didn't blink an eye. Turned against the wall, and removed the sponge from the graceful silver hook. Mirielle squealed again when the woman started rubbing her back.
- Hey! I'm not a lady! Getting used to washing myself. Don't do that, okay?
Zero reaction. Miriel turned around and gently removed the woman. Folded her hand crosswise in front of her face, waving her head expressively.
- No! Do you understand? Not to wash. You can't! By herself!
She took away the sponge from the maid and started rubbing her shoulder. Then she showed the woman on the door.
- Go away! I did it myself!
Not a single dash has changed in the woman's face. She bowed down and came out of the tub. Mirielle took a breath. Well, that's another attack! She washed like a baby or a spoiled countess! The wrong one was attacked!
Outragedly snorted and began to rub herself. Soap smelled nicely like lavender. Well, or not quite lavender - as it was with mint. It seemed like it, but not quite that. I wonder if all the plants on Mercan are like that, both Remidian and different?
Soon the girl's thoughts about Merkan flora slipped her mind. The hot bath relaxed, Miri was no longer angry at the pesky servants and even at her captors. Even began to purr under the nose a song, rubbing the skin pleasantly smelling sponge and looking at the pictures on the ceiling mosaic.
Already getting out of the bath, I remembered that I did not ask the maid about clothes. The mood spoiled again. What is it that she now, naked, walks around the room? And if Arelato shows up? What if that's what he was expecting - to take away her clothes and come to the prisoner?
With such thoughts, in a bad mood, the girl came out of the bathroom. There was no maid, no one to find out about the clothes from. But here the problem fell off by itself. There was a dress on the bed, already laid out. Or not the dress...
Mirielle didn't know how to name the strange clothes she was supposed to wear. The thin, transparent fabric of green, in the color of her eyes, was shaded with a pearlescent shine. The dress had no shoulders. How it would hold on to the body was a mystery.
The front was such a deep neckline that Mirielle had never seen in Coffee, even for corrupt women. And there was almost no fabric in the back at all. A huge neckline came down below the waist, leaving the back naked.
From the bottom of the hem, there were two cuts to the middle of the thighs. The fabric between these incisions was completely transparent and did not cover anything, leaving the legs to shine through it. The body and hips were covered by a white lining from the inside. At least some modesty remained!
No woman would have worn such a dress in Coffee. First of all, because she would freeze in it. But even fairies who do not feel cold would not allow themselves such shamelessness!
In Coffee... If we remembered our hometown, we remembered our parents and Dale. How are they there now?! They worry they don't find a place for themselves, they don't understand what happened to her. And she is cooling down in the bathroom here! She admires an obscene dress.
The paint has flooded Miri's face. Shame, guilt, and anger poured into her heart. She opened her fingers, dropping a silky cloth on the bed. She jumped to the door, pulled the handle. Locked. Well, how else could I? I ground the door with my fists, screaming:
- Hey! Ow! Anybody alive?!
Suddenly she was silent, thinking: "What should she do if it is not the maid who comes to her screaming, but Arelato himself? Or another man. I'm sure they are here, except for the kidnapper's demon.
Embarrassed, Mirielle bounced off the door. She wanted to get into bed but did not have time. The door opened, almost hitting the girl on the nose.
Miri opened her mouth, intending to squeal in her voice - not with fear, of course. So, for order.
It wasn't Arelato or another man behind the door. The maid, thank the Creator. Miriel grabbed her by the hand, dragged her into the room, slammed the door. With anger, she pointed to the shameless dress.
- I'm not wearing this! I need my clothes!
The woman's face did not change a bit. He didn't give me a polite smile. The look remained as faceless and friendly as it was, expressing nothing.
Miriel pointed to the chair.
- Here was my dress. Green. Where is it?!
The maid looked at the chair. At the angry face of the prisoner. She approached the chair, shaken off her back and armrests and turned them towards the window. She bowed down and made an inviting gesture, expecting Miri to sit in the chair.
The fairy stomped with her foot.
- What is it, then? Bring your master! No, not him. Orshava! Call Orshava!
Now the face of the maid has changed. The name of the evil witch was familiar to her. Fear appeared in her eyes. She wrapped her head around her, and then she drew a man running away with her fingers. What did she want to say? What does she want to run away from Orshava? Or that Orshava had gone somewhere?
Mirielle was crying.