<span style="font-style: italic">"If you will come with me miss." </span>Carson held out his arm, a firm offer to get out of the roudy area they were in . Her right hand carefully draped along the offered arm for a silent answer. She stood up allowing the man to lead her to staircase which brought them to the second floor's landing. Multiple doors scattered along the hallway dimly lit , and placed evenly across the hallway were frames with mediocre artwork.Almost as if the artwork was there just for traditional look rather than to actually stand out. Moans , Groans , and screams of ecstasy sounded from behind some of the doors just proving the places business was rather active. At last they made it to a set of double doors , and entered through those doors.<br/><br/>Once inside the room her eyes were stunned by the dark furniture with mixes of greens and browns. There was a table set out for one already prepared. Expectation for visitors seemed out the door, almost as if the possibility was furthest away from the man's thoughts. As if in a hurry the one costumed maid quickly started making a spot for her , definitely taken by surprise that someone else was with her master.<br/><br/>It seemed the room they were standing in connected to a smaller area that had two couches. The light source seemed to emit from an oil lamp , and unlike the hallway art the art in this room was actually tasteful, and good. It showed Carson treasured this small place , if at least a little more than unusual. Then there was another set of doors that lead deeper into this nicely made apartment.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Dinner will be served in a few minutes sir. Will there be anything else until then?"</span>The maid turned to face Carson , and all Camille could do is just stand and take in the random pleasures of such a nice place.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No Kate. That will be all for now."</span>There was a long pause, then the maid scurried off as if waved away like a fly.<span style="font-style: italic">"Would you care to sit on the couch until dinner is served?"<br/></span><br/><br/>" Well, how could I say no ? Your offering me dinner , though I hope , " There was a sheppish grin on her face as if debating on how to explain this. " You have raw meat , I can't exactly feast like normal people." Her sleek legs brought her over to one of the dark brown couches, that had fluffy pillows, and soft cushions.<br/><br/>" Oh dear I don't mean to be rude , or to change your eating habits but , " One of her horrible habits was to lick her finger nail when she was shy or nervous. Her free hand wrapped around her neck trying to asses what to say based on the situation before her.