Karla had already been up by the time Talon waltzed into her bedroom casually, to prepare her for breakfast. Two other maids were behind her, holding two freshly ironed towels, and some dry cleaned clothes. Their stoic faces became animated once their vision zoned in on Karla's morning stretches.
"What?." Karla snapped, noticing how stiff the room had gotten. Nothing irritated her more than staring, and she could easily tell when someone's gaze was trained on her.
"No.. it's nothing..." Karla's loud and casual voice overshadowed Talon's anxious and tensed tone. Her cohorts looked down at the floor, clutching tightly unto the fabric they held.
"You've already made it known that you're uncomfortable, there's no use in denying that. Just be open with me." She stated, taking the towel from one of the maids, roughly wiping off her sweat.
