<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div><em>Who: Chloe<br/>Where: The Dining Room<br/>With: Ethel<br/>When: Day 1<br/>What: Getting ready for dinner</em><br/><hr/>Chloe breathed deeply to steady her nerves, making her pert young breasts rise and fall.<br/><br/>"Oui. I am ready," she replied to Ethel, although her voice didn't sound too convincing.<br/><br/>The French girl followed the other maid onto the table, laying down so her dark-tressed head touched Ethel's. She did her best to relax. Chloe told herself this was about beauty, like a painting of a nude. She was part of a living work of art. The guests were well-bred, educated, and cultured. Surely they wouldn't be crude beasts like Mr. Stuert. Once dinner was finished, Chloe's ordeal would be over and she could go back to being a simple maid.