<strong>Name/Occupation:</strong>Brigitte Noire/Maid<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>First floor, Library<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Sunlight from the setting sun streamed through the towering windows of the library, casting everything in a reddish-orange glow as Brigitte dusted. Well... as she lazily waved a feather duster in a parody of actual work. Her hazel eyes glancing out the window to the impeccably maintained grounds of the mansion. Her curvy form wrapped snugly in the alluring french maids uniform. Her high heels clicking on the polished wooden floor as she moved over to another bookcase.<br/><br/>There was a party slated for the evening. The first one she ever heard the bastard Barnaby Temple throwing. At least as far as any of the other servants knew. No matter it could be the opportunity she was waiting, for with all the guests she could sneak into the master bedroom. It was the only room that was always locked, so there had to be something important inside.<br/>At the very least the party guests may have information that she could use, secrets that she could use against the old man or for a little blackmail on the side. Her full lips curling up into a sly little grin as she  resumed her ‘dusting’.<br/>