Lucile Amberly Frederica's Room

Lucile would go quiet for a moment in thought, still watching her new doll as she stood there. Such a beautiful thing.

"Mmm... Primrose. That will be your name, darling. I think it's only fitting for a lovely wild bloom like you sitting here in the black thorns. What do you think?" she purrs, opting for a small sample from her glass.

Reckov's gaze flicked up to her as the girl conversed with his master, listening quietly as he finished up his meal.

Lucile's smile widened at the response - music to her ears. It seemed maybe Primrose wouldn't require and serious breaking - just a good, firm suggestion. Plus, it wasn't as if the girl would be subjected to the common fate of a common servant. That was always a good incentive. The woman would wander by her desk to set down her goblet before making pace for the door.

"That's a good girl. Now, come along - let's get to the forge and get you a collar before we turn in for the evening. I'm sure you could use some sleep after being in Chataya's care."

[Later]

Lucile would return a while later, leading Primrose past both sets of double doors and back into the lavish bedroom - greeting by a single servant as she dropped into a low bow. She had just brought in and set down a platter on the desk, set with a number of bowls with fresh fruits and sweet dipping dressings and sauces... a slightly larger one filled with a rich chocolate.

Despite her age and her kind, the woman indulged on chocolate to an insane degree. Seeing the treat brought an almost excited smile to her lips.

"Perfect timing, darling - now, go on." A gesture of her hand would dismiss the young woman, who scurried out as quickly as she could.

Both males hadn't done more than to readjust themselves in their comfortable spots - and Reckov had plucked a book off a shelf and had his nose buried in the heart of the thick, leather-bound novel. Only Bruno perked his head up to look at Lucile briefly before staring at Prim.

Lucile didn't seem to mind the book in Reckov's hands, but the look that Bruno was casting - that same aggressive, hungry look like the one at dinner in the meeting hall - was a different story. She passed where he was lying and kicked at his pillows sharply with her foot, making him jerk and cast his eyes elsewhere.

"Keep your eyes in your head, and you keep your thoughts to yourself. You don't get to touch her - period. Do so and I promise you, I'll have you castrated and presentable for the next pet I gather to replace you." She moved over to the desk and plucked up a strawberry, dipping it into the chocolate sauce before taking a bite. Exquisite. "Maybe even take you down to the hellhound cages and use you to relieve their aggression in their training."

At that, Bruno rolled over to give the room his back - and Primrose.

The High Lady gesture for the girl to come over, also motioning to the snack presented. "Here - sample a bit. Your room should be ready in a short while."

Lucile looked to the girl, eyebrows raised at her small outburst, but she chuckled softly as she smiled.

"You haven't had a treat like this in a while, have you?" she snickers, finishing off the berry in her hand. "Well, then, I'll be sure to express to the cooks that you have it a little more often - dessert after dinner. But not too much. Though you need some meat on your bones..." She would approach, letting her now freed hand reach out and caress her hip and belly in a gentle rub. "You don't want all that chocolate goodness to put some flab on you. A pretty doll like you needs to be nice, supple - perfect."

She was just... adorable. Yes, that was the word for it. The fiery girl was adorable in her flustered state. Lucile would move to stand at her back, still caressing her with that one hand over her flat stomach and thin side, even feeling down the length of her thigh for a moment or two.

"Well, that will no longer be a problem. I do not care what dirty hole it was you crawled out of somewhere in the south - granted, something as lovely as you shouldn't have ever been there. But now, you are here. You are mine. And I want you properly fed, groomed and dressed - nothing less."

There would be a quiet knock at the door before another servant poked her head in - keeping her eyes down. She announced that the second room had been prepared, and disappeared just as quickly.

"Just in time. You can bring the platter along, if you wish, this time." The woman would make a gentle swat at the girl's behind before moving for the door.