A tall woman with fine brown hair pulled back into a long braid suddenly appeared by the door.  She looked down her sharp overly big nose at the woman busily dusting and then scrinched her nose up to push her spectacles back up.   She was more than plain in her brown homespun overdress that hung lightly over her somewhat reed like frame.<br/><br/><em>"My mistress's attendant Flor sent me up to give you these Miss."</em>She managed a curtsey.  She was a cellar servant and even in the servant world there was a hierarchy of status which was dependent on who one served.  Since Yvette served the Prince and Princess, she held status over poor ol' Margurite.<br/><br/>She walked over and laid the items on the trunk at the foot of the bed.  As promised a gown of emerald green trimmed in black embroidery was there.  It looked as if it would hug every curve Yvette had and not hide much up top either.  Beside it lay two towels, a brush, a bar of soap, a green ribbon and a small.. very very small vial of an amber liquid.<br/><br/><em>"Flor said if you need anything miss, you ring for me.  I'm Margurite"</em>With that she turned and left.