<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Maid-Clue.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Occupation:</strong>Brigitte Noire/Maid<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First floor, Library -> Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mason, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Brigitte finished her dusting as she took one last look about the room her eyes briefly setting on the prorate of Barnaby Temple that hung over the fireplace. The arrogant business man's smug visage looking out over the library.<br/><strong> "Un jour, quelqu'un va frapper ce regard béat sur ​​votre visage."</strong>The maid said in French half under her breath as she turned, her high heels clicking loudly as she exited.<br/><br/>She paused in the hall as the wondrous scents wafting from the kitchen drew her attention. The chief was busy working his magic for the evening. She didn’t know much about the man, he was apparently in the military. Perhaps where he learned to cook though it was certainly where he honed his physique. He was as tasty to look at as his Mango Napoleons with Caramel and Cream was on the tongue.<br/>Brigitte pushed open the kitchen door her heels calling attention to her as she entered her attention on the prepared plates for a moment before shifting to Mason in his crisp white chef’s uniform.<br/><br/><strong>“Bonsoir.”</strong>She called out her frilled maid's skirt swishing as she continued on busing herself with collecting plates to take to the dining room.<br/>Her hazel eyes waiting for the chef’s attention to shift back to his culinary arts, before she reached out. Her index finger scooping a sample of whipped cream from one of the deserts. Brigitte’s full red lips closing on her cream loaded digit as she licked the sweetness off.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translate</div><div class="spoiler_body">"One day someone will knock that smug look off your face."</div></div>