<strong>Who:</strong>Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Kitchen<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, Alice and Lord Andrew Henshaw<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Preparing dinner<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Dahlia worked around the kitchen quickly - torn between Mrs. Rogers and Sir Torres - cleaning as she went: pots, pans, vegetables, wipin down the sinks and counters as one dish was prepared and they moved onto the next. Sent off to the pantry for potatoes, she heard the sounds of Alice in the corridor with Lord Andrew. She couldn't help but press to the wall, the large, heavy bowl of potatoes held to her side with one arm. Her tongue moved along her lips as she listened to the debauched sounds coming from the maid. Late again...The girl was forever late. Part of Dahlia wondered if it was just to receive punishment...Especially from Lord Andrew. <br/><br/>The house was in abuzz. Guests were arriving one after the next and dinner was approaching quickly. They could have done with another day of prep, but here it was. She would be put onto pastries and cakes for coffee later - the job she looked forward to, right along with morning tea. Her free hand slid down her thigh, over her white apron that covered a light grey dress, pressing close to the vee of her thighs as she enjoyed the sounds - rising higher and higher until the young woman came against his fingers - the situation more than evident without her even needing to see it. She pushed from the wall at Cook's call for her again.<br/><br/>She slid the bowl of potatoes toward the sink. She would need to clean them next, then peeled, boil and cut in preparation, but first she needed to check the roast. "A little while longer Mrs. Rogers. I'll check it again in fifteen." She moved to the sink and began scrubbing the potatoes clean. </span></span>