Careless Whispers

Violet lies sprawled out on an overstuffed bed of the House of Scarlet Silks, basking in the afterglow of a particularly needed liaison. Her chosen confidante watches her with an enigmatic smile, brushing an errant strand of hair out of her face. She smiles and kisses the manicured hand.
 
“I really needed that,” she says while stretching.
 
“I am glad to serve,” the confidante, Phillip, replies. “And honored to introduce you to the pleasures of my sex.”
 
Violet blushes fiercely. “If I am going to serve here, I should be educated in the proper way a lady should be treated. So thank you, again.”
 
“I am sure it would have been included in your education, so why seek me out now?”
 
Violet sits up on the bed, her face clouded. “I don’t know. It is different for me to pick you, maybe. And I did not want to embarrass myself later.”
 
“There would have been nothing to be embarrassed about. We all have to learn, and all come to the House with different experiences.”
 
“I don’t want to let her down,” Violet says softly, hugging her knees. “She really believes in me.”
 
“Ah, well,” he says, sitting up with her, but giving her space. “I am sure Mistress Alkestis would say you could not let her down. But I understand, really.”
 
She nods and pulls the Elven man to her. He cuddles her expertly, brushing her stomach with his fingers. She sighs happily. “You are very good at that.”
 
“I worked hard to become so,” he smirks, into her shoulder. “If I may,” he says hesitantly, “I share our Mistresses opinion. You are going to do well here, if you work at it.”
 
“My Mother was not happy with my choice,” she says, changing the subject.
 
“They never are,” the words are carefully neutral.
 
“I just want her to be proud of me, for being me.”
 
“She will. Or if not, you find your own family here in the House. There is no shame in finding your own family who values you.”
 
She sets her shoulder and pouts. He chuckles.
 
“Think about it, at least.”
 
“I will,” she lies as easily as she breathes.