Alexandria Parker & Caleb Jackson
Caleb leans back in his seat looking at his barely touched food so far. He looked to the door, wondering where Basil and Edmund were. They were probably... Taking their time together though this was ridiculous.
"Alex, to see if Basil's coming down for breakfast. I'm getting bored by myself and need to discuss these plans," Caleb says though he doesn't quite realize that what he said hurt Alex. She was there, then again, in her position, she was nothing more than a piece of furniture, something to look pretty and do what they're told.
"Yes sir," Alex says putting the sopping wet rags onto the counter to take care of when she came back down. She prayed there wasn't anything going on upstairs. She knew what happened, didn't really think it was a good thing, but didn't speak up about other people's lives.
She moved to the door, going up the stairs quickly and as she came to the door of Basil's new room, knocked. "Master?" she asked using the required name by Basil's predecessor. There wasn't a response but she heard voices from down the hall at Basil's bathroom. Uh oh...
With a grand inward sigh, she walked to the door. She heard a new voice speaking. “That isn’t something I have experienced, no. Your suggestion of such a thing is in rather bad taste, don’t you think? Considering that is not my purpose. At least, I was told you were not purchasing me as a bedslave.” It had to be the newest addition to the slave group.
Then came Basil's voice. ”Kitty has some claws! Please ignore my exhibitionism and my wife’s frivolous question. He didn’t mean to offend nor treat you as a piece of meat. It’s a defense mechanism of his. And you are right! You are not a bedslave, and I will never keep a bedslave. You are my property, and I intend to treat my property with affection. You are not obliged to compromise yourself with impropriety. I apologize.” He sounded amused yet awkward at the same time. She shouldn't be listening in, if someone caught her...
She knocked softly, feeling rather uncomfortable about the situation though she couldn't not do this. "Eh, sir? Master Caleb is asking if you and master Edmund are coming down to have breakfast soon. I believe he has something to talk with you about some plans he holds for a design of some sort," She says not opening the door, unsure of the presentability of those inside.
Even from outside the door she could hear the large baths lapping against the sides. She had been in there plenty of times, knew it as well as her rooms and the masters rooms. It didn't mean she liked any of them.