└ ballroom

@♖ Kim Jongin as much as she was pretty occupied with the task at hand, she could hear the music being and whipped her head around to see who had the audacity to do so when she realized it was none other than Jongin. Afraid that one of their bosses(if they ever existed) come by and find them not doing their job, she shook her head violently and with a grimace, marched over to him and grabbed him by the wrist, yanking him back to the table. "Don't! We are supposed to be working, not doing this..", she reminded and then her heels to rush back to switch the stereo off.

@♖ Olivia Casta Jongin stays true to his role in the mansion. However, watching Olivia glide her feet on the dance floor and attempting to have fun tugged a string of his heart. His brows furrowed when his friend’s joy as cut-short because of his comment. The truth is he could arrange these flowers on his own and could’ve let Olivia have her moment. Jongin placed the finished flower arrangement at one of the pedestals and walked across the ballroom to search for the stereo the elites use for practicing. He switched the stereo on before returning to Olivia and offered a hand. “Wanna dance?”

@♖ Kim Jongin she could only hum and nod in response before looking always, not wanting to make any eye contact with the friend. while she is out there on the dance floor spinning around and feeling her hair whipping the air as she did so, she can't help but to remember the scene of the patrons dancing, their bodies close to one another and their hands interlocked. Just like she dreamed up, her physical body did the same with her hand outstretched and her hand on her jeans, pulling it slightly as if it was a skirt. At her friend's words, the fluffy dream just shattered into pieces and her eyes pried open only to have the female huff slightly. "Oh yeah.. that's true," she mumbled softly, her arms falling to her sides as she walked over to where he was and helped him with the task on hand silently. Olivia now remembered that she was nothing more than a maid and doesn't deserve love like anyone else. she was there to be paid to work and nothing more.

@♖ Olivia Casta “It’s okay not to feel alright all the time. But don’t let it get to you.” He said as he’s concern grows more because she tries to dodge his inquiries. He is aware that pushing such matter will only irritate her and Jongin doesn’t want to make her upset or avoid him because of it. At this moment, he takes note of it and tells himself to spare a time and really be there for her. Being in the mansion and working as a maid or butler can be very daunting and lonely. He understands her sentiments, but he keeps on brushing that desire to be with someone. It will only be like a crutch if it starts badly and without a concrete plan. Ironically, he is stoic. He grabs a bin and begins to pluck out the dead flowers, throwing them into the can before placing them with the fresh one he has. The ballroom is just another place to him because most of his time there, he is attending someone or helping the organisers. Balls, parties and even weddings are not something he is usually invited to as a participant. He is there to work. She is humming and prancing. Jongin steals a glance and secretly grins because a simple thing as dancing with someone maybe is nothing to him, but it is obvious that his friend seems to dream about it. He silently adores the way she can be in her own world. “I thought you’re here to help me.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

@♖ Kim Jongin she can't help but to clam up the moment he asked that question, knowing that he would have figured her out anyways. With a small sigh escaping her tiers, her gaze shifted elsewhere as they entered the ballroom. "Yeah, I know. I wish I'm born unfeeling instead of being bombarded with emotions all the times. Hmm," she could only hum in question in regards about the placement of the flowers and spotted the empty dance floor. She has always wanted to dance here the first day she worked here; she had seen many pairs just dancing to the beat of the music for the night and she had always wanted to do that. Instead of helping with Jongin on his task, she pranced out to the space and started to swirl around with music playing inside her head.

@♖ Olivia Casta Are you looking for a more romantic relationship then?” Jongin asked confirming the assumption in his mind. Truth be told, he couldn’t bring himself to talk about love or anything along that line. He kept his distance from it and his work separated from all of if. “You never know, Oli.” The only words he uttered since he cannot offer any solution to his friend’s problem. It irritated him but he’d rather bury it deep down. He held the basket of flowers closer and entered the mansion towards the ballroom. “Let’s put them here.” He stated, placing the basket on an empty table and seeked to replace all the flowers and clean the vases

@♗ Handong There was no need to share more, she was certain Handong knew well enough what her words meant even if she refused to acknowledge them. Instead she grabbed the bucket of supplies she'd twice now neglected because of the mistress, determined not to be swayed a third time as she began to head towards the open doorway, stopping short just long enough to answer Handong's inquiry. "You'll find me where the bodies are warm and the music is loud. As for when.... Only time will tell. If you truly wish to see me, I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding me, mistress. I'll be there tonight." With that, Hyosung stepped out of the ballroom to finish her duties and clear her mind of the pained thoughts and conflicting emotions threatening her. The young maid had worked in the mansion long enough to know how these games often went though she'd done well to avoid getting caught up in them, until now. She was at a loss after sharing such a vulnerable side of herself with Handong, truly believing the sincerity in her words and the kindness of her consideration but trusting her to be true to her word did not mean she trusted the woman at all with her body or her heart. With a heavy sigh she returned to the task at handz already eager to be free of the mansion for the day and drown the tension the best way she knew how.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong The small ray of hope shattered when she felt the delicate finger against her lips instead of the pair from the maiden. Only on a few rare occasions the mistress got rejected by a woman and now this moment was one of them.
"Trophy..?" A small pang of sadness errupted inside of handong which her eyes mirrored. Yes she did enjoy the company of women a lot but not once did she thought she had a player kind of persona for others Especially hyosung. Clearing she wanted to shake of the feeling of dejection. She straightened her back and tried give off her cool and calm charm from before not wanting to show that the words did affect her in a way. Not once she had thought of hyosung as a trophy nor did she just wanted to kiss her to let it be counted. Handong did feel attracted to the maid infront of her.
" i would love to. Tell me when and where and I'll make sure to be there on time"

@♗ Handong Hyosung's bright demeanour dimmed as she placed her fingers delicately upon Handong's lips to still them from closing the distance between the pair, swallowing back her thoughts at the sultry whisper while keeping her eyes focused on the mistress trying to decipher whatever she saw in her gaze. Gently shaking her head she pulled away, carefully easing out of the beautiful woman's taut grip, diverting her eyes as she took a single step back to widen the space between them. "I'm not sure what kind of woman you think I am mistress but I... I have no interest in just becoming another trophy in your collection." She was aware of Handong's reputation, had heard hushed murmurs in the corridors and caught glimpses of the woman's brazen actions first hand on brief occasions. Truthfully she wasn't sure what she had expected, if her judgement had been clouded by sharing that brief moment of vulnerability with the woman, but the maid refused to completely lose herself over kind words and a pretty face, no matter how lovely. "I... I should go before I end up doing something far worse than being caught dancing. But I may be going out later tonight if you'd like to join me. No obligations, of course, just... An offer."

@♖ Jun Hyoseong " and if i'm completely honest i would be really sad if you avoided me" who knows maybe if the beautiful maiden did ignore her or tried to avoid the ice princess, she would maybe try to do irrational things to get a glimpse of the maiden. once the small heaven like giggle errupted from the plump cherry lips. oh how handong wished right now she could hear more of it. and if she wasn't awestruck before she definetly would be now. how could someone be as smooking hot the one second and the next show the sweetest smile there is? it was like as if the small giggle from the beautiful woman in her embrace washed away any sheepishness she was feeling and now a newfound confidence spread inside her " i was hoping for a kiss.. so may i?" handongs voice was soft. soft as a whisper yet loud enough for hyosung to hear. trying to be bolder she leaned closer. noses already touching and the soft pair of cherry red lips were ghosting against her own, yet she stopped only milimeters away. a small ray of hope raised inside her that maybe hyosung would want that kiss as much as herself

@♗ Handong It was an understandable reaction, one that hadn't quite occured to Hyosung when she found herself in the same predicament. Running was easy but it was doubtful even she could avoid the mistress for long despite the huge household and it's multitude of occupants. They were bound to encounter each other at some point whether it be amongst the vast mansion or on the streets. Better to face her directly and whatever shame came with the encounter than spend months hoping to avoid the fierce eyed beauty at all costs. "May I'd rather just face the worst case scenario head on then live my life in dread always looking over my shoulder no matter how difficult or embarrassing it may be. And I don't... I don't think I'd want to hide from you. You've been very kind and considerate through all of this and I appreciate that more than you know." The bold attempt at flirting caused a twinkling giggle to erupt from Hyosung, the brunette briskly covering to stifle the sound though it was impossible to disguise the moment her golden orbs disappeared into crescents. "Forgive me, I was not expecting that at all, though I suppose you're not technically wrong." She chuckled hoping to ease some of the blush that had taken over the mistress. Only.... It seemed the tables had reversed when it was Hyosung at a loss for words, the porcelain beauty startled once again by Handong's brazen words, the glide against her lips only adding to the questionable tension developing. "Bite... Are you asking me to bite you, Ms. Handong? Or... Is it a kiss you are hoping for? A kiss for keeping my secret?" She questioned nearly closing the distance between them.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong " that's not how most people think. i think many would try to run away or avoid me from any further interactions if i saw someone else dance like this. afterall who would expect someone to walk by in a moment like this?" if the situation was reversed handong would want that the ground swallows her right now. to note that the mistress had two left feet when it came to dancing.many would describe it as a new born fawn trying to walk on a path of ice. And maybe just a tiny little maybe handong will be able to hear the story about Hyosungs misterious past with dancing.
" You could say you almost fell for me" she said without a second thought. once she realized what she said she cursed herself mentally. Everything she could have said in the moment and that was the thing that came blurted out of . her face heated up as well as her ears. a flustered smile formed on her lips as well as a sheepish chuckle that left them " Don't worry, Hyosung. you didn't caused any trouble. to be quite honest you lifted up my mood by a lot"
Handong was about to pull away when she saw her reddend lower lip. pretty sure a few more bites and the delicate flesh would tear apart. the mistress cupped the maidens cheek and gently ran her thumb across her soft lip, releasing it from the hold of her teeth " don't bite your lips like that, you'll hurt yourself.. if you want to bite something then bite mine.."

@♗ Handong "It was a little easier realizing you'd already seen me anyway... Even if I wanted to run away, there was no sense in hiding or pretending like it never happened," The words came out honest and mellow, a vivid contrast to the adrenaline still coursing through her body. Handong may have thought it was courageous but Hyo knew what a double edged sword dancing had become for her - the dread and anxiety that came with the history she hadn't shared, at war with the burning desire that came with her need to fill that empty cavern inside her. The performance had been for the mistress just as much as it had been for herself. An alarmed gasp filled the room at the sudden action, the mistress moving so quickly that it took Hyosung a moment to register the weight of an arm clutched around her small waist, the softness of a warm body pressed into her side after the unfortunate stumble. She would surely die of embarrassment at how careless she'd been if she met Handong's eyes now, the total opposite of the grace she'd shown the mistress only seconds prior. "Th-thank you but I'm fine... I'm sorry... I seem to keep finding ways to inconvenience you, miss. It's supposed to be my job to lighten the load of the mansion not add to it's burdens. I've already caused you so much trouble these past few minutes and now I'm literally falling all over myself in front of you..." Hyo sighed in defeat, gnawing on her bottom lip to keep her disappointment in herself at bay, only briefly glancing at the young mistress surprised to see the rosiness adorning the woman's cheeks.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong Shaking her head gently as a desperate try to get out of the trance like state she was is to finally be able to let out a word again. She could sense how funny that must have looked. " the performance was magnificent, darling.. i have never seens such excellence infront of my eyes. So to answer your question. Yes, it really was to my liking " she said. " i shpuld thank you for having the courage and dance infront of me" Her words as genuine as they were before. Since the gaze of the mistress didn't leave the frame of the beautiful maiden and with a swift move the ice mistress arm was was around the maidens waist to prevent her from tripping over. Who knows maybe the maiden could have caught herself all alone but handong took the opportunity to stay close to her. "hey careful there. I Don't want you to hurt yourself.." turning her head a small blush rose up handong cheeks at how close these two actually were. Only inches apart. Handong could basically feel hyosungs breath againsther face

@♗ Handong Delicate puffs of air filtered between parted lips as Hyosung caught her breath, chest heaving from the emotional exertion the performance had caused - the strain far more painful than the delicate throb of her muscles. The performance had been raw, unfiltered and full of despondent remorse bringing back memories the beauty preferred stay buried and the unfortunate return to reality. As she rose from the ground, silently smoothing out the short, padded skirts of the monochromatic, layered dress, the maiden shifted to peer over at Handong certain the mistress would have some choice words on her dance selection, the length of the performance, or maybe even on Hyosung herself but instead she was greeted by the cold beauty staring slack jawed where she'd once stood. Whether or not that was a good thing, the brunette tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear, hoping to break the silence between them as she stepped forward. "I hope the performance was to your liking Mistress. Thank you... For giving me this opportunity, to let me remember what it is to experience true joy and for encouraging my actions rather than condeming them. I guess I'm not.... I'm not used to hearing such positivr feedback when it comes to my dancing. At least, not one that seems so genuine. So... Thank you." Remembering why she'd entered the ballroom to begin with, Hyo nearly tripped over herself trying to get the supplies together knowing she needed everything I place if she didn't want to lose her head and get fired simply for dancing the morning away.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong Handong was surprised that she really was willing to dance infront of her. This only made the mistress promise to herself that this encounter stayed between these two. Such a delicate moment shouldnt be ruined by any words to strangers. Call her selfish but she wanted this moment only to be rememberedby herself and by the maid. taking a step back she gave he maid all the space she needed for the performance and once she started her eyes couldnt leave the maid.
Every step, every twirl wss so gracious it made her heart beat faster. Oh this excitement she was feeling looking at the woman infront of her. The excellence before her eyes didnt even need music for this breathtaking performance. She has never seen someone be so delicate yet so bold while dancing. She has been all over the world but no could dance like hyosung. A true flow of passion one might say yet if you looked closer the dance showed more. The slight pain. The ache she must have felt regarding her past with dancing. Oh how handong wished she could get to know hyosung more. What was the reason of her anguish?
Only then when the maid collapsed on the floor a small gasp left handongs lips, it was when she noticed she was holding in her breath all this time. Afraid that even the smallest noise of her own breathing might change the rhythm hyosung was feeling inisde. was standing agape and like earlier no sound came out. She was too enchanted by the grace infront of her eyes

@♗ Handong A small hidden smile, more sincere than the bright bravado she wore around the mansion, appeared on Hyosung's rosy lips seeing the woman's eyes practically sparkle at her offer. It wasn't an easy thing for her to ask, especially with the dangerous ebb and flow that surrounded her at the moment, but given Handong's kind reassurance of keeping the encounter secret, she trusted that this moment would stay only between them. Her body still itched with the urge to dance, to unleash herself from these mortal confines and give in to the world of music beckoning her. With Handong's encouraging words weighing on her heart, surely she could give just this instant to show her appreciation, to feel like her dream could truly be something more. This time, Hyosung stayed clear of the open doorway as she set aside her assorted supplies and turned to close her eyes, letting the silence morph into whatever melody her heart would choose for this performance. To her surprise it was a classical tune, one the beauty was more than familiar with as it was the very song that had driven her aspirations as a child. Hyosung was skilled in a multitude of dance forms, never one to limit herself when it came to that fascinating world of art whether it he sensual or regal, but ballet had always been her first love. When her eyes opened, something had shifted within them: the shimmer of strained tears no longer remained and a newfound boldness surged as her feet carried her across the dancefloor. The melody of Swan lake drove her body, a melancholic rendition of 'The Dying Swan' given a contemporary rebirth though at it's core, the anguish of those final moments remained. Her body remained poised and agile despite her voluptuous curves being far from ideal in the eyes of a true ballerina. It did nothing to deter her movements, every spiral, every leap, as graceful and agonized as the swan she portrayed. It was a delicate balance between anguish and control as she collapsed on the floor in a nimble swoop feeling the pain of the swan trying so desperately to fly, to search for freedom with its very last breath echoing through her arms until darkness erupted and the vivid melody returned to nothing but silence.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong handong remainded silent listening to the maid. there was definetly a long story behind all this and to be honest handong wanted to know more about it. and more about hyosung. the short interactions the two had caught the mistress interest. letting go of the hand, her up her arm over the shoulder to have it on hyosungs back. with small motions handong caressed the maidens back in a way to calm her down " Hey its fine.. i guess that must be a deep wound.. i don't want to rip it open by asking whta happend.." no matter how curious the mistress was she woudln't dare to just hurt anyone. she may have an Ice princess persona but that never made her be cruel. it was more the opposite. she was the ice princess with the warm heart.
with just one look into hyosungs eyes the mistress was lost in those brown orbs. it was unusual for the mistress to be fascinated by someone this fast but her she was. only being able to nod at the question. was slightly agape yet no sound was being able to come out. once she cleared her thoat she tried to speak once again " i really did, Hyosung. i was mesmerized and i wouldn't just say something like that" thought the next sentence of hers send shivers down the mistress back. a small glimmer of excitement lit up in handongs eyes. a performance just for her eyes to see? with one nod anyone could see how eager she has become. the pure form of passion will unravel before her eyes again and she was ready to see such kind of performance again " w-would you really do that? because i would love that"

@♗ Handong An unexpected tingle danced over her skin at the brief connection, the warmth of Handong's fingertips lingering upon the bare flesh of her ear. There was nothing intrusive about the action although it forced the mistress closer into her vicinity. She had nothing against the woman, couldn't deny the pleasant charm and natural appeal she exuded but there was a storm of mixed emotions brewing in the maiden to know that Handong had caught her in such a vulnerable position. Being caught tangled within a web of bodies would have been less exposing than knowing Handong had watched her dance, truly dance where no one else had been able to see in years.

Hyoseong couldn't answer, couldn't bring the words to leave as constricted around every attempt to voice the multitude of reasons she'd been forced to believe about her past, present, and future in dance. Instead she hugged herself a little tighter in an attempt to ground herself, to center her thoughts and pain and instead brave a smile though the glistening orbs remained misty once she turned to settle up on Handong once more. "It's not you that hurt me... I just... " Shaking her head as that familiar ache threatened to resurface, Hyo straightened, staring back into the woman's eyes as though searching for the lie within them, fearful to have this brief glimmer of hope shattered so cruelly. "Did you? Did you truly enjoy it? My dancing?" She reiterated needing to be certain that the compliment wasn't just a gateway to the tension that had brewed between them, that the words were genuine and not fuelled by heated gazes. "Would you like me to dance for you, Mistress Handong...?"

@♖ Jun Hyoseong the mistress listend to the delicate voice of hyosungs. many would say Handong was different then most of the higher ups in this mansion. she tried to at learn the names of most people and still treat them human instead of others treating them like objects for their own fantasies. but walking past her? no matter how busy handong was, she could never just walk past someone like hyosung without giving her at least a small greeting " in this Mansion it isn't given that someone from a higher rank learns the names of others. i guess this makes me a tad different from the rest" seeing a small strand of hair fall onto hyosungs face, she reached out with her hand and gently wiped it behind hyosungs ear. and theway her bussom raised with just the slighest inhale couldn't be left unnoticed by handong. she tried to be respetful but her eyes were betraying her. she would say that she liked the view but like isnt nearly close to describe what she felt looking at hyosungs beaty. as soon as the maiden turned away, her facial expression turned into a worried one. did she perhaps say something that she shouldn't have? recalling her words in her mind nothing came to her that she could have said wrong, but yet looking at the atmosphere somehting wasn't right. the two were standing in such a big and festive looking ballroom yet it felt pressing. thought after thought circled through handongs mind as to what changed it " and why is that?" her voice sounded softer than before almost hesitant to ask not wanting to upset the other. stepping closer she took once again hold of her warm hand that seemed a bit smaller than her own. " Hyosung, please don't apologtize. I didn't mean to hurt you or anything with my words.i truly liked your perfmorance you had me mesmerize"

@♗ Handong The sweet grin that rose upon Handong's face caused Hyoseong's own to return. She couldn't recall seeing such an expression on the cool beauty's face from the brief moments she'd seen the mistress from the hallways but up close there was something different, something unnerving that widdled away at her defenses. "I don't believe most would. We're meant to serve in silence, not to draw attention to ourselves. At least, that's what I was told. And in a household as large as this, it would be easy enough to walk past without paying any mind to those beneath you wh- That's very kind of you to say." Hyoseong swallowed back her words letting the compliment sink in as she gave another courteous bow in gratitude. Despite what most probably thought, Hyoseong wasn't conceited about her looks, only vividly aware of her feminine charms emphasized due to her past career though she had to admit her surprise at still catching such attention while sporting the simple uniform. She didn't shy away from the eyes that traveled over her body feeling the heat of each passing, the cinched waist of the black dress fitted enough to showcase the swell of her curves and the peak of her thighs while still generously leaving her with a hint of modesty. Her breath went still upon an inhale when that gaze drew down to her chest, the action unintentionally causing the hefty mounds to rise but she quickly regained her composure even as the gentle words struck her - blades unwittingly striking and shredding into her heart with every syllable. She turned away, drawing her hand with it as she cradled her chest, holding herself against the rising ache trying not to be disrespectful but refusing to show Handong just how deeply her words had scarred. "Start again. That unfortunately is not an option for me anymore." Dancing came as naturally as breathing for her, an unrivaled joy that she would give everything up for but the taunting words that echoed in her head stilled any silly fantasies of pursuing that dream. Perfect... She was far from perfect, would never be good enough... "Thank you for your generous words but they are wasted on someone like me, " she glanced over her shoulder briefly meeting Handong's gaze before turning away again. "It was nothing.... Just silly, idle prancing. N-nothing more. I didn't mean for you to get involved in this, I'm sorry. I should have been more careful, I'll try to be more cautious in the future."

@♖ Jun Hyoseong Handongs lips curled up once again in a smile when she felt the others tension eased a little. Thats was something her mother taught her. From early days her mother said to always adress the maids or butlers by name to show them respect and to this day this haven't changed" Of course i do. I take the time and try to learn the names of the butlers and maids here. Especially the ones that look as beautiful as you do" the mistress took a few moments to admire her beauty. From her eyes down to her full lipa before her eyes stood still at her full bussom. What a true blessing hyosung had. Biting her lower lip she finally looked back up into hyosungs brown orbs, gently caressing the back of her hand to ease the anxiety she was radiating from her.
" you should maybe start once again. I never saw someone be so gracious with their moves like you. Everything seemed perferct from the movement to you gaze"

@♗ Handong The maiden stilled from the delicate kiss, startled by the affectionate display from the mistress when she was expecting to be reprimanded. The tension eased at the reassurance hoping she could truly trust the mistress's generosity as she nodded, softly muttering her graitude. "You... You know my name, madam?" It wasn't unfathomable just as she had nearly memorized the names of every man and woman of authority in the mansion but here she was nothing more than another lowly made, why would Handong ever bother recalling her name? Hyo didn't want to question it, or answer, when it came to dancing but speaking out to the curiosity directed at her, Hyosung released a heady sigh hoping to ease the anxiety the innocent encounter inspired. "I... I used to dance quite often but not nearly as much now. Only when I have the time and freedom to do so though I'm often busy these days so I've had to put my dancing aside."

@♖ Jun Hyoseong The tremblw in hyoseongs voice made her heart clench for a second. How could she spread that to everyone let alone give her a punishment for such an breathtaking performance? Handong reached out for the maids hand and gently placed a small kiss on the back of her hand " Don't worry, hyoseong.. This can be our little secret" a small yet reassuring smile formed on the mistress lips. Oh how she wished she could see more of the maids performance " do you often dance? You seemed very skilled so i guess it's not your first time dancing"

@♗ Handong Handong's pause only worried her more, the maid scurrying to fix her fluttered skirts and gather the supplies she'd brought with her before becoming captive to the lure of the ballroom. Hyo froze startled at the words that finally managed to o reach her across the grand to room. Was she only teasing her? Was this the beginning of some elaborate punishment meant to drag out her dismay? "Thank you..." She managed to stutter out s bit more calmly though the tremble in her voice betrayed the lack of trust she had in those words. "May I...- I do not wish for anyone to find out about this. But I do thank you for your kind words, Mistress Handong." It was horrid enough to have been caught while she should have been working but the thought of having her one joy criticized or manipulated let a bitter taste in .

@♖ Jun Hyoseong The sharp gasp the echoed through the room brought handong back to her senses. "Wow.." is all she could say out loud and only then she noticed how creepy it must have looked to watch someone have such an vulnerable miment for themselves "D-don't worry about it i was just passing by and grew a little curious.. i must say your dancing skills are over the top. I just couldn't look away" handong rubbed her neck and took a few more steps inside the room. And thats when she noticed two things.. how big this ballroom actually was and what a beauty of woman was standing infront of her

@♗ Handong As the silent song dwindled down to an end, Hyoseong let out a quiet laugh clutching her hands to her chest to still her racing heart. How she missed this... This freedom, this happiness, the euphoria that followed after her with every step. It was an addiction she'd never been able to shake even after earning her family's distain. A secret treasure for her eyes only. Or so she thought. A sharp gasp resonated through the shrill silence of the ballroom when honey brown orbs flickered up towards the body just beyond the open doorway. What she'd thought had been a private moment had somehow become a public spectacle - a thought that instantly drained the high she was on, lightening her milky palor to be a sickly gray as she curtsied in acknowledgement. "A-Apologies mistress, I was not aware anyone was around. I was just cleaning and I..." Hyo froze worried that saying more would only worsen the dire situation.

@♖ Jun Hyoseong Finally the mistress had a day for her own. Working in a modeling agency sure sounds nice but had its perks. And today she decided to stay inside the mansion and take some time to explore the building. Stepping through the various hallways and rooms she stopped once she saw a massive door and luckily for her one side was open. Handong was about to take a step forward when she heard somwthing. Where those heels klicking against the floor? With soft steps she sneaked closer to investigate what those sounds were. To her suprise it was a gorgeous looking maid dancing. Her movements seemed so soft yet so powerful at the same time. Handong couldnt keep her eyes off of the elegance that was radiating from the maid. Anyone could see how much passion was hiding behind those movements. Wanting to see more handong just stood at the door quietly watching the woman dance in awe

@♗ Handong The gentle clack of hills against marble echoed in the silence of the ballroom, a reminder that she was alone. Despite it's lack of use, Hyosung often found herself drawn to this room, memories of idle afternoons dancing the day away vivid in her mind. But those moments were so long ago, so heartbreaking to recall that the cavern she kept locked away deep in her chest only grew larger. There was no studio here, no mirror for her to study and critique her technique, no music to guide her movements - she didn't need them. The melody was a faint whisper in her head the instant her eyes fall shut, one breath then another as she emptied her thoughts and gave in to its siren call, her body moving from pure instinct as she twirled across the ballroom floor. Caramel locks spiraled with every spin, the ruffled hem of her skirts rising and falling to the rythmic motion she set as a blindng smile fell across her lips. It wasn't the polite content she showcased to others around the mansion but a brilliance that left no doubt to the untitled unbridled joy this brief moment of escape brought her.

/huffs softly, jumping up on an empty chair, curling up by myself