[u][center][h3]Marianne's Seven [s]Deadly[/s] Lovely Maids[/h3][/center][/u]

The senior maid breathed a sigh of relief when Sir Garrett was more of a gentleman than his appearances led her to believe. Even more so relieved when he accepted the invitation. What had he meant by his 'misjudgement' of Lady Marianne? What exactly had happened while they were on their mission? Jumped to what such 'rude conclusion', surely he didn't think ill of their beloved Princess, did he? Giving him a curious sidelong look, she did her best to size him up looking him up and down. Being sure not to let her eyes linger on...certain parts. After he had posed his questions to them, she straightened up and refocused her attention.

[b]"Ah, yes! Lady Marianne is indeed nobility. In fact, she heir to the Dutchy and is set to succeed the throne once our Most Noble Duke retires. As far as the appropriate dress, I'm certain Lady Marianne will not mind or care whatever you decide on to wear."[/b] the senior made said, her happy expression slowly fading once she realized she lit the powder keg that was her peers' love of gossiping.

Especially once the door opened a little more for them to see Sir Garrett's physique that much more clearly.
[b]"What did he mean by 'misjudge' Lady Marianne?"[/b]
[b]"Surely he did not think ill of our Lady..."[/b]
[b]"I do not care who you are, you speak ill our Lady and those words will be your last.."[/b]
[b]"Shh! Do not be ugly!"[/b]
[b]"Again, what could [i]you[/i] do? Look at him!"[/b]
[b]"There are ways to dispatch of men such as him..."[/b]
[b]"Maybe in b-"[/b]
The maid was not allowed to finish her comment, getting smacked on the arm again.
[b]"Holy Goddess Reon above, that [i]body...[/i]!"[/b]
[b]"Is it a little warm in here?"[/b]
[b]"Do you need help dressing, Sir Garrett? I'd be happy to oblige..."[/b]
A round of soft giggles from some of them.
[b]"Certainly, Lady Marianne would not mind what he decides to wear...or [i]not[/i]."[/b]
Another round of slightly louder giggling this time.
[b]"Was that an invitation to come into his room?"[/b]
[b]"I would not mind and accept in a heartbeat."[/b]
[b]"We could all help, right ladies?"[/b]
[b]"Take our time with him..."[/b]
[b]"Seriously, the nerve of some of you!"[/b]
[b]"If Lady Marianne caught wind of us gossiping again, it'd be our heads!"[/b]
The whispers were constant, soon overlapping one another. Making what was being said even more difficult to decipher and understand. 
Especially when they wisened up and began to cast coy glances his way, using their native language to conceal their conversations even more.

The senior maid sighed wearily, dealing with her peers was absolutely nerve-wracking at times. Strike that. [i]All[/i] the time. Speaking a little loudly, she hoped the volume of her voice could drown out their utterings. [b]"I'm certain it is simply an informal affair and the manner of dress is not of importance, Sir Garrett. We'll leave at once and notify Lady Marianne of your acceptance."[/b] She bowed her head and curtsied to him once more. [b]"Have a good evening, Sir Garrett."[/b]

Some of them let out little groans of protest, whining.
[b]"Aww, we must leave already?"[/B]
[b]"Some of us was enjoying the view..."[/b]
[b]"I would not mind an 'informal affair' with Sir Garrett."[/b]
[b]"I want to have a good evening too.."[/b]
[b]"I can only imagine with whom."[/b] one said with disgust.
[b]"We can help you have a good evening too, Sir Garrett..."[/b]
[b]"In our quarters, privately."[/b]
The same ones making the more inappropriate remarks giggled again.
[b]"Honestly, you girls need to get your heads out of the gutter!"[/b]
[b]"Filthy minded harlots!"[/b]
[b]"Do not be angry that we simply know what we want as women and choose to enjoy life."[/b]
[b]"Or enjoy...certain men..."[/b]

The senior maid rolled her eyes, catching some of the nastier whispers and whirled on the spot.
[b][i]"Merde!"[/i][/b]
She pointed a sharp finger in the direction of the female baths, clapping her hands together loudly.
[b]"[i]Allons-y! Tout suite![/i]"[/b]
As they reformed into their single file column, a few of the maids who took a liking to Sir Garrett lingered a little. Fluttering their eyelashes, biting their lips, and waving at the Iron Rose Knight before tearing away from him and returning down the hall from whence they came.