Vega
"...Very well." He bowed, if only out of theatrical respect. With that, he headed towards the basement...
The large, thick metal door slid open with a rumble, unveiling an underground cavern stretching downward. The cave wouldn't look out of place in a comic book or a superhero movie, what with the walls being made of stone only to be interrupted with high tech gadgetry and advanced medical facilities.
"Master! What are you doing?! Your wounds... you shouldn't have gotten up so soon!" A voice suddenly called out. It was the usually stoic and mute maid, who was just now preoccupied.tending to their precious guest. And seeing that, he understood. Of course.
Seeing as their lovely houseguest was in a critical condition, they must have panicked and headed downstairs to tend to him. While they left that opening, the vixen used this to slip through the crack and sour him with that farce. But seeing them hard at work, no, seeing them...
He smiled. This time, genuinely. "Ill be fine. Do not worry, such an expression does not suit your beauty." He walked up to the silver haired girl and raised his hand. For a moment, she seemed scared, but all that came was a gentle pat on the head. "It's alright. You have done your job, and done it well."
"...Master." Was all she could say. The other maid looked, incredulously.
For a moment, despite how much he was hurting, Vega relaxed. And the words he spoke, they were something they could not have dreamed of. "You know, I believe it is ripe time we had a vacation."
The quieter one was the first one to, shockingly, object. "That is impossible. You shouldn't waste your time with lowly maids such as ourselves. We are just furniture after all. You... this is too much."
"Nonsense. You are not just maids, property to be merely used and displayed. You are my possessions, treasures to be cherished like all else, and I promise I will not throw you away. That makes you something far more special than common rabble. And I will have you two enjoy yourselves tonight. Is that clear?"
His mind was already set. As for their guest in the room...
7:00 PM
The young man strutted up the stairs, already donning a new attire. Tight bright blue pants gripped against his flesh, accentuating his curves while his flamboyantly coloured vacation shirt was barely buttoned across his chest, the sleeves rolled up his elbows - he wielded color much like how a knight would brandish a sword. A smooth ponytail flew behind him as he walked up to the front door with a near sensual sway of his hips to his stride. He looked at his golden watch and flashed a smiled, before adjusting his sunglasses. Yes, still plenty of time...
His two maids followed behind. Their attire was only slightly more modest, at least in the color department. Simple white and bright blue. Still, there was no doubt these were marvellous dresses, tailored perfectly for them. One of them was helping a woman up the stairs, whose hair was as white as her eyes were dull. Yet that woman's smile was brilliant all the same, even as she was carried by her wheelchair. The other maid carried a strangely large suitcase, but nothing out of the ordinary.
And then, surprisingly, he came by that person by the living room, just as they were heading out. But he didn't even spare her a glance. Instead, he smiled as he played with the house keys, dangling the car key just in the middle.
You know, the one who sought me out was you. I have no need for more hindrances, get out of my house. Or don't. It makes no difference to me.