"Well, I'm sure during all my visits to Ophelia's household, I thought I would've seen every servant! But never have I seen you before."
Erica was freaking out as Count Ralador got all up in her space, with his hand on the wall next to her.
She kept her face carefully neutral, even as disgust stirred within her stomach.
"I've been in Lady Ophelia's service for many years now, Count Ralador," she replied evenly.
"Though I typically work behind the scenes."
The Count leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek.
"Is that so? How... convenient. Perhaps we should get better acquainted, hmm? I'm sure a pretty thing like you could use some... influence."
Erica's skin crawled at his words, but she maintained her composure.
"I'm flattered, my lord, but I'm quite content with my current position. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to."
