>>6191029The next morning, you arose from a relatively uncomfortable bed; whoever had gone to bed early must have claimed the best beds available, as the servants and personnel that the men had taken with them had been sleeping in the barn and stables. You rose early; perhaps it was the uncomfortableness of the bed, perhaps it was the fact you had forgotten to shut the blinds. To your surprise, the snoring from the rest of the highest-class sleepover in history was continuing undisturbed. The door to the room that had been shut the previous evening was now wide open. You didn't pay much attention to it; why should you? You continued downstairs, walking down the stairs to the room you had conversed in.
You had smelt it before, but now you were certain that someone was making breakfast. And much to your surprise, there weren't one but three persons in the room. And all three of them were women.
Two of them were servant girls, cooking and serving the third woman, who sat behind the table and awaited the results of the cooking.
The two servant girls only gave you a cursory glance before returning to their duties, but the third one kept on looking at you. She had a calculating look in her dark eyes, and her dark hair complemented her pale skin quite well. She was young, about your age, and the two of you seemed to be locked in a staring contest.
Whatever shall you do now?
>Break the ice and introduce yourself.>Wait for her to say something, anything at all.>Continue on, not say a word, and take a seat at the table. 