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Carmen studied the woman carefully. She had obviously hit a nerve and instantly pulled back. The last thing she wanted to do was to get herself into any trouble. She moved her hands to her lap and dropped her head slightly. “You don’t have to clear anything with me, Miss. I will not intrude nor ask anymore questions.” She smiled faintly. 

Eyebrows furrowed as the mistress's gaze momentarily dropped to her wrist watch. She still had an upcoming appointment to face. "Thank you. Not that I would have answered truthfully, even if you did." A wink. "But I appreciate it." Bianca stood up from her seat and reached out for her bag. "I'm sorry, but I still have things to do today. I've enjoyed our conversation though. I'm sure we'll meet again at some point." She turned to walk. "Until then."

"True. Utterly different cirumstances." Her countenance formed into an expression of worry as she studied the slave from head to toe. "Fresh air suits you much better. I'll get you out of here." Bianca waved over a guard to unlock Carmen's cell. "Adde told me about your situation. It surprised me that you two know each other too." As soon as the door was unlocked and the guard gone, the she-wolf smiled. "How does a week away from the Chateau sound? I've already made the preparations and talked to the guards about it. Now it's only up to you."

Carmen could feel her fingers fidgeting and she gave the mistress a meek smile. “All I can think about is I should have told them I didn’t want to go out that night.” She shrugged her shoulders. “But there is nothing I can do about it now.” Her brows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

Bianca closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds. Shit. She had revealed too much of her past with that one, plain statement. Her backstory was always a touchy subject for the mistress; even now after so many years. Whenever it was brought up to topic, she always tended to either lie about it or avoid it completely. A wave of acrimony washed over her as she opened her eyes again and met those of Carmen. The she-wolf chose her next words carefully. "What I meant was: If I had the chance to leave Covaire, I would definitely take it. I didn't settle down in this city because I felt attracted to its lifestyle nor popularity", she paused in order to finish her cup of coffee, "I have my reasons."

Adde nodded and growled sweetly as his hands came to massage Bianca’s shoulders. “Yes, Ma’am. My mother and I used to cook together all the time.” His hands wandered down her form and he gave her a light tap on the rear.

Remaining silent yet walking around with a surprised expression etched into her facial features, it was only to that moment when she sat down, that Bianca took the time to properly admire Adde's surprise for her. Another thing she wasn't used to. Then, her gaze dropped down to the silverware. She chuckled, then pointed at it.

"I can speak four right now, I’m teaching myself German. Give it a week or so and I should have it mastered." She smiled shaking her head. "I have an ear for languages. Though, I stopped when I went into law school. It kept me busy. I graduated high school when I was fifteen." Carmen didn’t know why she kept talking. "I’m sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear all that."

Bianca chuckled, which was rare for the mistress. "No, don't apologize. If this conversation was boring me, I'd be already gone by now." She shook her head and afterwards rested her chin in the palm of her right hand. "This might sound depressing for you and is probably inappropriate of me to say, but it's a shame that you ended up in this city." She frowned. "In this sense, I guess we have something in common."

"Evelyn Hathaway?"

"Surprise!" II Adde + Bianca [closed]

Adde took those moments to breath in her scent. God she smelled like heaven. His broad shoulders rippled as he brought that scent into the core of his being. Then her fingers beneath his jaw.

Adde’s eyes found the mistress’ as he spoke softly. “I’ve disappointed you.” Adde could help but let his strong arms wrap around Bianca’s waist, letting his wrists rest at the top of her ample rear. He craved her warmth… a touch that wasn’t going to hurt him.

"Disappointed me?". Confusion washed over the Mistress, yet she allowed him to pull her into an embrace and returned it. This form of consolation and comfort-- she wasn't used to it.  Or rather, she had never seen the necessity in it. In that very moment however, when his arms wrapped around her form, she slowly began to understand.