The two maids that fell quickly scramble to their feet as if jolted by an unseen force. They bow so low their foreheads nearly kiss the polished marble floor, and then, with a rustle of their simple uniforms, they melt into the shadows of a nearby corner, their eyes wide and darting. Mrs. Vallerand, her perfectly painted lips thinning into a line of pure vexation, snatches her hand back as if it had been burned. “Hold this.” Immediately, another maid, her demeanor a study in practiced subservience, extends both hands, palms up, her head bowed in supplication. The ornate whip, its leather glinting ominously, drops into her waiting hands."You know how I loathe interruption," Mrs. Vallerand's voice slices through the tense air, each word coated with icy disdain, "especially during such… instructive moments." With an air of supreme entitlement, she peels off her exquisitely crafted leather glove, the soft pliant material whispering against her skin, and hands it to the waiting-maid.
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