The major-domo Rogar - though he had not yet mentioned his name to her - watched her as she changed, taking in the full view of her changing rather unabashedly, indeed eyeing how she evaluates the clothing. Her choice of the rather exotic outlandish garb, cut to an almost indecent length but not quite, bespoke her understanding of the situation, and told him she was rather resourceful.<br/><br/>That was good, he looked forward to seeing more of her around.<br/><br/>He watched as she attired herself in the clogs that caused her to be on her tiptoes to better present that perky, kimono-covered behind of hers, and nods in approval. "Very well, follow me."<br/><br/>He brought her away from the changing room to another room on the second floor, where there was what looked like a guest area with some sofas and 2' high light brown tea table with mahagony trim and legs. There was a small purple tinted porcelain vase in the middle of the table, with the remains of what must have been withered flower, but there were no petals on the table or the floor. The light filtered in past curtained windows into the room, and beyond was a view of the gardens below.<br/><br/>"You may wait here for when his Lordship might have time to see you to his personal service. He might be a while so make yourself comfortable. I will have one of the servants come by shortly with some refreshments. When another comes informing that his Lord will see you, be sure to follow."<br/><br/>Iroha might not know it, normally he would not have placed her in such comfortable waiting area, but she had done him some favours and he made it a point to remember such. Shortly after, one of the maids would enter and place some water and tea for her, as well as some biscuits for her nibble on.<br/><br/>=================<br/><br/>Time passed. Iroha would find the light from outside the window getting dimmer and dimmer, the bright light from the son softening to the orange glow of dusk, when one of the servant girls entered the waiting room and informed her, "His Lordship will see you now." and gestured for her to follow.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b1/Gen_Alvin_P_Hovey_06985r.jpg/220px-Gen_Alvin_P_Hovey_06985r.jpg)</div>She would find herself led back to the grand staircase then up another floor to the third floor, where the maid knocked on the door politely and announced her, before bringing her into was a study of sorts. The room was about 40' long and 30' deep, with sofas on the side of the wall nearer the door, and book cases on the walls at the sides and far back, which then became what seemed cupboards behind a long ebony desk 20' across the middle. Seated in a high backed cushioned chair behind the cupboard, was a Besancon man with high forehead, parted hair, a long mustache with points extending past his face, and a trimmed, sharp pointed beard. His jawline was very sharp and angular, which was accentuated by his beard. He was clad in a buttoned dark blue coat with gold buttons down the middle, which looked like a military outfit, and looking up  the book he was writing in, his quill still in hand as Saeko entered, watching her wordlessly, as he gestured slightly with his other hand and the maid very quickly departed, closing the door behind her.<br/><br/>If Saeko's contact had managed to brief her or provide a picture of him, she would recognise the man immediately as Lord Harington.<br/><br/>He watched her, and she might notice he eyed her outfit with interest. His expression was like a hawk eyeing prey, waiting to see what she would say, and letting her decide what she would do, and if she did anything he would watch to see what she would come up with.<br/><br/>However, if she said or did nothing after two minutes of silence, he would ask her in a very carefully flat, even and expressionless tone. "I heard you wish to be my personal attendant. Why?"<br/>