By midnight everyone on the list have arrive and my job as attendis is over.
Still, even in this hour the grand meeting is still going on.
If I didn't stop the intruders.... Would this base still be standing?... Probably... But the damage would be clear.
I tosses around the bed unable to dose myself off.
Sigh*
"This is pointless, I can't just rest knowing my mistress is just down there with others delicacy. ".
As much as I hate to admit it, this would be a great time to have someone I could use to enter the ballroom.
Pondering in the bed I turn to look at the mirror on the side of my bed.
The moonlight ray make the dark bedroom more visible.
Then a sudden realisation come.
I do have someone.
A bit of time passes*
In the kitchen that is still very much busy with preparing all matter of consumtion for the highers up.
One of the chef caught fimiliar face entering the kitchen.
Wearing a slick black suit and white glove, he can already tell what that person wanted since it already quite ovious.
He spoke with a faint, amused ridicule.
"Take a look at this, Mori the servent boy. Who would have though you go this far.".
Mori sigh at the teasing of his collegue, before cutting straight to the point.
"You already know why I'm here... remember.. you own me one".
The chef turn to the table behind him.
"Yes, yes I own you one.. here take this plat and bring it to the ballroom. It the least I could do with you fix obsession".
Handing Mori the plat of bite size of prepared fish delice.
The chef give a goodbye gesture with a small smile, before continuing his previous work.
With the suit and the food plat, now Mori is ready to enter the ballroom without being kick out.
....
One step at a time, I make my way to the ballroom in the chill of midnight.
I could have guess what kind of scenary is waiting inside.
Which I don't doubt would frighten a lot of people.. but to me.. it might cause me to get a little too... excited.
As I getting closer, my chest row high and low, trying to kept this tingleing sensation throught out my body low.
"Keep it professional... I had to keep it profesisonal".
I had to remind myself to hold on to this feeling.
Steadly as I move closer and closer to the ballroom I stop.
Finally arrive at the door that seperating the ballroom from the outside.
The guard seeing me bringing the food plate didn't waste any time to open the door forward.
....
....
Just as I had aspected. This thick and heavy aroma gush my entire body.
Yet I don't have time to saviour this moment.. not until I fully enter the room.
Taking a stride forward the door close behind me.
But when it did.... I couldn't contain this pressure in my heart. I had to saviour this moment.
What standing right infront of me is the view of the entire organisation higher up, no asception.
But it not the individual, or the dressing neither the view that bring my craving.
This throbing feeling in my heart.
...
"Curse..... full of curse" I said, barely above a whisper that the serounding chit chat had drown it out.
The individual, the items, the rarity. It all speaks to me.
How long since I had seen this many curse in sight..
I couldn't help but left a small chuckle as I cover my mouth.
Oh yeah it was back then.