Later that night, Earl quietly stepped out of his room to get a glass of water.
On his way to the kitchen, he passed by Aria's room. And as usual, she was sobbing in her room. It was nothing surprising. She was, after all, the lone survivor of her tribe which was massacred by the Beast Kingdom. And worst, she was enslaved on top of that. Her only way of coping was to put up a strong front in of her master and cry later when no one was looking.
Sipping on his water, Earl held back the urge to comfort her. It was too soon and their level of trust had not deepened to the level where he could do such a thing. If he popped his head in now, she would only turtle herself in her shell further and that was no good.
In Aria's room, Aria cried into her pillow until she fell asleep. Every night, she would awaken in a cold sweat from nightmares of her tribe's massacre. Why? Why were Dark Elves persecuted everywhere they went? Why must they live in hiding, only to be exterminated like pests when discovered?
The next morning, Aria woke up when the sun rose. Her room was not bad at all for a slave. In fact, it was very good. It was better than her room back at her tribe. The room was wide and had plenty of space. The floor was lined with carpet which kept her feet warm from the cold mornings. There were two light crystals that gave the room sufficient light.
It was a good thing that she was a Dark Elf and not a regular Elf in this case. Or else the light spirits in the light crystals would be screaming at her, begging for her to let them out. But since she was a Dark Elf, the spirits did not like her. The light spirit stayed quiet and never made a sound.
The next step to her routine would be to wash her face. And conveniently enough, her room had a washbasin in the corner. To get to the washbasin, she must walk across the room. And during that walk, she would be reminded of her appearance by the mirror of the closet.
Standing in front of the mirror, a little Dark Elf girl stood across from her. She had the characteristic tanned Dark Elf skin. Her long silver hair reached her buttocks. Her eyes were big and bright yellow in colour. She was wearing a thin and revealing a matching pair of camisole and panty set. She wore it all the time because of how comfortable it was.
Aria took a moment to touch herself in front of the mirror to check her growth. She squished her cute little cheeks together with her hands and then stuck a tongue out before laughing at herself. She then moved her hands down to her budding chest to check its growth.
Pushi. Pushi.
She gave them a few good squeezes. From this, she must admit that the camisole her little runt of a master purchased was very good indeed. There were a few good qualities to her master. She thought about Earl's good qualities for a moment. He was well-spoken, he treated her well, he appeared to be talented in many areas, and he was cute.
Humph! What a bad master! Aria thought before sighing as she the fact that she was a slave sunk in. Maybe he was not so bad?
Giving herself one last good look in the mirror, the colour of her skin brought a smile to her face. She was not ashamed of being a Dark Elf. She was proud of it. Her parents taught her to be proud of her Dark Elven heritage and she was proud of it. She thought that her skin looked beautiful.
She quickly washed her face and returned to her closet where her daily maid uniform was. She carefully removed her french maid uniform from her hanger. It was hers. Hers. And she was someone who cherished her belongings.
Putting the uniform over her undergarments on with ease, Aria must admit, she looked very cute. It looked so good on her that it made her slave collar not look so jarring.
Now it was time to quickly prepare breakfast before she must leave for her first day at maid school.
Aria stood in front of the stove in the kitchen and quickly got to work. For today's breakfast, she would be making a simple porridge dish. Since it was the first meal of the day, she did not want to make something that was too heavy on the stomach. Especially something that would be served to her master and the Madam.
The Madam had taught her well. It was fun to be taught by the Madam. She was gentle with her, unlike her captors. And even better, the Madam turned one of her captors into an ice cube! She felt comfortable with the Madam. She was powerful and kind.
Aria then paused her movements. Eh? Why was she in such a good mood to be serving her master now? She made up her mind back then to be unresponsive and emotionless!
Shaking her head, she finished making breakfast for her master and the Madam. She left the pot in the stove and tidied her appearance once again before making way for the Golden Service Institute.