Faythe As nervous as she was on the inside, She didnt allow it to show on the outside just kept walking straightly. Her Deep brown hair wave down to the center of her back, loose and free, her brown eyes framed with thick long black lashes, was set on the front doors of the estate where she might be spending the rest of her days if she was hired for the postion as a maid.  She looked to be about 21 years  of age, no older and no younger.<br/><br/>Faythe  made her way up the drive way, her bust bouncing with each step she took, within her fitting black suit top, that v down her chest greatly, and was open. From what one could tell she wasnt wearing anything beneath that top, and looked as though it was a second skin, She also wore a short black skirt that reached mid-thigh, and barely reached the top of the skin color nylons. Her lush lips that were painted a brilliant red curved into a small smile as she reached the door, She took the knocker of the door and gave a couple raps. She was here to meet the lord of the estate