Page 16 of Dark Elf's Good Girl

I drag myself out of bed at sunrise even though I barely slept.

I am used to being in small spaces – my own living space was tiny – but the room that Calix’s brother shoved me into is gray and lifeless.

My own small space looks like a mansion compared to this.

After waking up, I search through my bag for something to wear.

Luckily, I always took several changes of clothing, including underwear, with me to the club.

I am so thankful for small mercies.

Having extra clothing is about the only good thing about this situation.

Food is brought to me around breakfast time. But no one comes to tell me anything about the situation I am in.

I assumed that Calix bought me to be his sex slave – why else would he be interested in a dancer?

It’s not like I am a champion floor scrubber.

So I am not sure why I’ve been stuck in the servant’s quarters. Shouldn’t I be in Calix’s room, being used and abused right now?

My thoughts wander back to his brother.

I didn’t learn his brother’s name. But I am grateful that he managed to cut short what would have probably been a horrific night.

While I may not have learned his brother’s name, Calix’s brother is a lot more handsome than Calix.

He also doesn’t have Calix’s manic, lopsided smile that freaks me out as much as it does.

Food is brought to me again around lunchtime.

Two zagfer servants bring me the food, which is fragrant and very tasty.

They barely look me in the eye and do a sort of shuffling curtsy before they hurry away.

It gets weirder and weirder around here, I think wonderingly to myself before I eat.

There is another knock on my door, close to dinnertime.

At this point, I have been pacing up and down in the small room since lunch, and I have started seeing patterns in the paint on the wall.

I’m about to go off my somana if someone doesn’t tell me, in the name of the Thirteen, what I need to do here!

I wrench the door open with such force that a gust of air whooshes into the face of the person standing there.

It is a single zagfer servant, who is carrying a bag.

She looks startled, and tucks her hair behind her ear, before nervously handing me the bag.

“The Master said for you to wear this. You are to attend dinner with the Family.”

I take the bag from her, slightly nonplussed by the interaction, but she hurries off before I can ask for clarity.

“There isn’t a lot of time until dinner,” I grumble to myself. “I suppose I better get ready.”

I go to the small washroom – the only thing that I’m grateful for in this place – and then get ready.

The dress that I pull out of the bag is pretty but very revealing.

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