Bernice
This.. Was the place he was going to be living at? Eyes gazing over the front gate, staring, at the monstrous building looming in the back ground. It.. Was breath taking, gorgeous. 

Having one of his bags over his shoulder, Artorias stared at the door. Was it even right he was going to touch it, to open it? It felt wrong. This door alone was probably more expensive than he was, in his life time. But reaching out, he grabbed the ornate handle. Pushing first, and he watched the two halves slide apart. Folding inwards, to reveal a breath taking entry room. 

'*Who the hell lives here? I'd get fuckin' lost man!'*

The elf thought to himself, jaw, ready to fall off his face and slam on the ground. How could anyone afford something so marvelous, meticulously crafted? This was a home! A home for several families. Amazed that a single person, with enough money- could buy this entire place. He didn't even know what to think, standing in the open door way.
Donita
*The scene was set as the vixen was finishing the final touches of the main foyer, a small melody humming from her as she finished straightening the portraits and pottery. She was excited to have been one of the few chosen to serve in this new mansion as part of a new servant rental service that Lady Am wanted to experiment with. Eager to please, she would finish just in time to hear the front door open, her ears perking excitedly as she quickly made her way down the stairs. Coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs as her sapphire hues fell upon a familiar face.*

"Master Artorias!!! How wonderful to see you again! Congratulations on winning the drawing for a luxurious stay at our new mansion property. I look forward to providing the best care to you throughout your experience. Please, make yourself at home. Let me know if you need anything at all."

*The vixen spoke with utmost enthusiasm. At the same time, she couldn't help but reminisce about the last time they had met. A time to remember later on. Her tails swayed softly as she swiftly went to the door to hold it open for the elven man. Amused at his awe of the manor that he got to claim for the next foreseeable future. She would sneak a quick up-down peek, seeing he was still in the same shape as before.*

"Welcome to your Manor, Master Artorias." *She said again with equal excitement. Eager to make sure that this venture the café was now extending to was a brilliant success.*
Bernice
A shuffle of feet, there was some kind of deja vu. He really felt like this did happen before, even those foot steps- how quick, and how they shuffled toward him sounded familiar. As if he knew whose exactly they belonged to. And having a peculiar feeling, he walked in a little further. Only, to be greeted by her, the Fox he'd laid with in bed days before. 

Gemi. 

How long had it been since they'd seen each other, their moment together? A soft blush spread across his cheeks. But that same so wide, unbearable smile covered his face. 

"I- it's been awhile, but- thanks.. I didn't expect it. In all honesty. I kinda just bid as a joke. But-"

He looked around, every painting, every vase- jar, piece of pottery *Felt* Expensive. Luxurious. Both emerald eyes glancing back down to her face, his smile widening slightly. 

"Greatest reward, is you."

His palm lightly brushed her cheek, a very soft serene look filling Artorias eyes. Though, the touch was brief. And.. Rougher than before. Come to think of it, he looked a little different. Shaggier, his beard was thicker. Mustache a little unkempt, hair still as wild as ever. There were a myriad of little scars down his arms, into his hands. That of which, looked far rougher and harsh.

Like the sweet vixen, he was excited. More so because she was here, and he wouldn't have to live in something so massive by himself! 

"Well.. I appreciate the very amazing welcome, I need a shower however. I.. Reek."

And that he did, coming off a fresh day of work. There was that hard smell of sweat, and heat, and concrete and wood.
Donita
*When she heard that he had only bid as a joke but had still won, the vixen couldn't help but to give a small giggle at the sound of awe in his voice. The giggle was cut short as his palm touched her cheek and he gave his compliment. Her cheeks flushed red as he gazed on her and she returned it, leaning into his palm just slightly. Her thoughts wandered to their last encounter just slightly before coming back to earth as she heard he needed a shower. Her ears perking as he spoke almost immediately.*

"Oh.. R. Right. Of course. Allow me to show you where to go Master Artorias." *She would say with a slight fluster. The vixen would take his hand and lead him up the grand central staircase. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she would lead them down the right wing, more pottery and exquisite paintings adorning the marble walls as she led them to a large set of double doors made of a deep mahogany wood, the indents of the patterns of the door outlined in gold trim as she turned the golden doorknob.*

"Your Master bedroom, Master Artorias." *She said with a delightful glee as she opened the door. Inside was a large California King sized four-poster bed, lined with deep red curtains, the bedding matched the curtains as well. The room itself looked as though it was fit for a king. Just off to the right was the entrance to the master bathroom, with a tub/shower combo almost big enough to throw a party in on its own. The marble was white as snow. Clean, fluffy white towels hung on the towel racks near the huge shower as the maid stood in front of the entrance to the bathroom, bowing deeply as she held her arms out to the side to welcome him in.*

"Please feel free to freshen up. I do have a couple of small details to attend to while you do so. I shall return in just a short while, but please, feel free to use the bells attached to the walls to alert me if you need anything at all. I'm happy to be of service." *She returns from her bow and stands smiling proudly, her tails wafting slightly behind her as she awaited his response.*
Bernice
The flush flustered-ness was just as adorable as ever. He couldn't help but crack a smile at Gemi. A vixen who'd happily taken care of him before, and Arty wished he could've shown her more appreciation. It was sad things had to be cut short, and he felt a little wrong for it. But hopefully, she'd let him make up for it, at some point! 

"You lead, I'll follow right behind. *Happily*."

The elf responded sweetly, hoisting his bags over his shoulders with one hand, letting them rest against his back. Allowing her to take his other hand in her smaller one, following behind her with slower gentler steps to not overtake her. And the entire time they'd walked; Artorias head was on a swivel. Appreciating the incredible work that went into developing this building. From all of the ornate flooring; to the lustrous walls. And exquisite paintings, beautiful pottery. This place felt fit for a king, a king who'd reign for generations even! 

"Bedroom? Goodness.. I could fit my car in here, and I'd still have room to freely walk around.."

There was something incredible about a room so spacious, it was almost unbelievable! This felt like a dream, a wonderful dream, but still out of reality. That, he, was standing in a room like this! And was to *Sleep* In it, not tend to it. Or fix what was broken, or preserve. But to sleep, as someone of a status like this would.

"You're sweet as ever Gemi, I really appreciate it. You.. I mean."

The elf replied, plopping his baggage on the ground. It landing with a gentle thud, he stepped towards her, and placed a hand on her head. Petting her gently with a quick butterfly kiss on the cheek, as a very bitter sweet- 'thank you.' Before walking into the bathroom. Continuing to be amazed by the gargantuan exotic-ness of the building! Where would he start? He'd need to shave, of course, but he'd also need to freshen up. To clean every inch of his incredible body, and scrub down every minuscule inch of grime.
Donita
*As Artorias walked into the bathroom, Gemi would wait for him to close the door before picking up the bag he had let drop to the floor. She quickly whisked a towel on top of the covers of the bed and set the bag on top of the towel. A quick inspection of the room and of the bell to make sure it operated properly, and she was off.*

"Must check on the food preparations." *She would whisper to herself as she whisked away to the kitchen, bowing and checking on all of the food being prepared. It was enough to feed not only Artorias, but the rest of the servants as well. Happy to see the results, the vixen would quickly swoop back up towards the bathroom after a few minutes. Her intention was to sweep up his undoubtedly dirty laundry to get washed and redone.*

*She made her way back to the bedroom, picking up a large robe for Artorias to change into as she made her way back. Seeing the steam coming from the bathroom, she made a knock on the door.*

"Master Artorias, I'm coming in to pick up your laundry, I have this lovely robe for you to change into that I'm sure you'll find suitable and comfortable." *She said in her usual tone as she made her way inside, a small part of her hoping slightly that he would be just getting out as she walked in, but did her best to remain composed.*
Bernice
The bathroom, was just as exquisite as the rest of the building. Though, he did have an issue with the bath tub being so massive. It was impractical to him, and seemed more like a pointless luxury thing. Other than that, this place was incredible. 

"Wow.. This is just-.."

Well, first things first, he stripped down from his dirtier clothes. Setting them on the ground, the elf stepped into the shower basin. And turned on the water, it was hot, just how he liked it. With a very wide smile, the man let it stream down his muscular body. Soaking every inch in steaming water, he hissed slightly in pain because of the more fresh scars littering his skin. More sensitive, than the rest of him. Grabbing a bar of soap, Artorias'd begun lathering himself all very liberally. Before scrubbing himself down.

A little disgusted by the amount of nasty grime that came off his skin, he persevered. Insisting on cleaning himself to a t, until he was radiant and shining. The elf stood underneath the water again, watching all of the nasty pool at his feet. Only, to wash away down the drain. Hair being next, that was easy. Grabbing a bottle of conditioner, and shampoo. He made two lines down the top of his head, all the way to his back. And grabbing it all in his hands, he began lathering in quick successive strokes. 

In a few minutes, a maybe fifteen minute shower. He was nearly done! It was a really easy effort, though, he heard a voice. Listening to the words, his ears twitched. Grinning.

"That's perfect! Come in. Thank you. I'll uh.. Try and cover up."

He said earnestly. Turning the water off, and stepping out of the shower. Body glistening with water, adding a very mystical shimmer to his skin, making his muscles and definition even more.. Incredible. Artorias was a breath taking individual, and watching the door open. Acting like he'd just stepped up, he instinctively covered up his manhood with a very weak defense. Hand hovering maybe a few inches away from his soft length,

He waited for Gemi to walk in.
Donita
*The vixen has just walked into the door to hand him the robe when her sapphire hues rested upon his body. Her mind immediately raced back to their previous encounter as she blushed deeply, handing him the robe but avoiding eye contact. She did, however, notice the pattern of fresh cuts and scrapes along his body. Her eyes tracing them as she instinctively raised her arm to examine them.*

"What happened to you? These look rather fresh? Were you attacked on the way here?" *She couldn't help but to ask as she was naturally inquisitive and curious. Her mind began to race with a mix of worry and desire as she tried to keep her composure. Her ears were listening around twitching before she perked them forward to listen to his response.*

*"I hope he's alright."* *She would think to herself, but before she could stop herself, she found her hand on his chest. Tracing around the scrapes so as to not agitate them, but also for her to cop a small feel of his frame now that he was clean. The vixen couldn't help but to tremble slightly as she continued to trace his skin, not wanting to go too much further as to not cause too much arousal. She didn't want to come off as teasing him, but of genuine concern for his well being.*

"I can go fetch bandages and rubbing alcohol so these don't get infected Master Artorias, if that's what you request." *She said getting her mind back on track to the task at hand. Her desires could wait until later.*