He was not sure about protocol or the rules of the house other than what the slaves were to do. But this was her house, her domain. Should he bow? Kne...l? Kiss her ring?None of those would have been as shocking as what happened next. Like watching a glass dropped on a hard floor, the beautiful, powerful and regal Madame Carronade shattered. The steel straight posture melted and her carefully controlled face broke. She began to silently sob, tears marring her perfect makeup. Her hands flew to her. "Ooh... This one's serious, isn't it..." Catherine looked up at Marla from under her brow, not saying anything, then resumed cleaning. Marla only smirked and stood. "Ok." She perked out, and stood, walking back behind the bar to help Catherine clean.The little bell above the entry door rang out, signaling an entering customer. Catherine looked up and smiled, nudging Marla in the side. Marla looked at Catherine, until Catherine pointed to the door. Marla looked and her eyes lit up and she leaned. "Yep!" she said confidently. "That's how they did it!" She gave me a huge smile and then stood up and walked to the front of the room. I sat there admiring her body in her tight athletic shorts and school shirt. Those shorts! So many views of the bottom of their asses as they walked. Emily sure filled them out well, and her legs were just gorgeous! She turned and said, "Well, are you just going to sit there?" I can't," I said softly."What do you mean, you can't?" she said to me lightly,. "Well, this count is nothing if not wealthy," opined Andre picking up and examining an elaborately decorated vase."But why would he build such a huge castle so high in the mountains, so isolated? The nearest town is almost fifty miles." He must be a strange one all right. And what about that servant girl?" They both snickered a bit. "As fetching as she was, that was some dress -- or negligee or whatever she was wearing." Almost wearing," corrected Justine with a chuckle."Perhaps you might wear.