Marguerite looked up from her reading at the entrance of the day's first student. She pegged the girl right off as the spoiled Elizabeth Harrison from Britain. Quite a far distance to travel for her modest little school, but no matter. She remained seated and watched Elizabeth as she flopped unceremoniously into a chair and announced her arrival. The young woman's whole manner spoke volumes, she hardly needed the dossier to tell her all she needed to know.<br/><br/>With a raised eyebrow, Marguerite rose from her seat. She wore a prim cream colored pencil skirt and a pastel blue blouse.<br/><br/>"Indeed," Marguerite responded simply and ominously.<br/><br/>She walked across the room towards Elizabeth, sizing up the young lady. Her heels clicked sharply and with authority on the floor as she approached. The student's beauty was only tempered by her petulant attitude. That would soon change.<br/><br/>"Welcome Elizabeth, to my home and school. Firstly, while you are here there are some rules you must follow. This is my home and you will be expected to respect it as such. This is not your father's home, and this is not a hotel. You will respect my things and you follow my rules to the letter," Marguerite said as she paced before Elizabeth, her arms crossed under her bust.<br/><br/>"While you are here you will address me as 'Ms. Bordeaux' or Ma'am," she said standing over Elizabeth in a commanding posture.<br/><br/>Marguerite produced a bag for rubbish and spoke again, "Now remove any undergarments from your suitcase and place them in here. You will receive new ones, but not before you<em>earn</em>them." She emphasized her directive by clapping her hands together sharply, making it clear compliance was expected and promptly.