<em>So, you enjoy serving others do you, little mouse?</em>The thought flits across my mind, but doesn't show on my face. Years of training and self discipline can give one almost perfect control over their expression.<em>Well, that opens up some possibilities, doesn't it?</em><br/><br/>I rise from the chair, walking around to the other side of the table, walking slowly around her, examining every inch of her.<em>Yes, quite a tasty little morsel indeed.</em>By the time I return to her front my expression is controlled again, and I stand perhaps a foot away, gazing down on her. Her fingers are twitching slightly on the edges of her dress. She wants to play with it, but is trying not to.<br/><br/>Silence is a powerfull tool. Some people cannot abide it, and used properly it may make them uncomfortable. I expect this is the case as I look down on her. Yes, her breathing is starting to pick up a little, the fingers curling. She is nervous.<br/><br/><em>Good.</em><br/><br/>"Bar work and maid service in a hotel are the bare tip of duties. If one is in service, it is a far different thing to simply working in a hotel." I allow myself an exhalation of breath. Does that sound like a sigh to you, little mouse? Are you afraid your qualifications do not measure up before this hard taskmaster? "If ..." I hold up a finger in front of her. ".. if I choose to take you on, then I am responsible for your training, your behaviour, and your skills. My discipline is harsh, but it turns out exceptional individuals. Do you believe you are such an individual?"<br/><br/>I pause for a moment, before speaking again.<br/><br/>"What are you willing to do for this opportunity?"