Milly sweetly hummed an old barbarian tune to herself as she walked into her masters kitchen, clad in not too much more than her lucky apron and a smile.
While all three of them could cook, she was the one who was most often tasked with the cooking. But while the others could cook, and could do so very well, they never really had the passion for food that she did. Personally she guessed it had something to do with the fact that she liked to eat as much as she liked to cook. She could eat all she wanted and never gain a pound. Her metabolism and constitution just wouldn't allow it.
Looking around, it was a decent setup. Not much more elaborate than the one she trained on, but more attractive with higher quality everything. Yes this would do nicely. She could work with this.
Wondering what to make, she stepped forward and opened the cupboard. Her humming cam to a sudden stop.
Empty.
She opened another. Also empty.
The spice rack was also empty.
Everything was empty. There was absolutely nothing in her masters private kitchen. It was totally unstocked.
She scowled.
“How am I supposed to feed Master in a kitchen like this?” she wondered to herself.
Taking a deep breath, Milly walked over to a small cubby that contained, among other things, a small chest. It was traditional in high class kitchens that there always be a petty cash chest so the cook wouldn't have to fret if an ingredient wasn't immediately on hand. Now, she was about to take a bit of a risk, but she doubted that Master would mind her stocking the kitchen. Opening it, she smiled slightly. At least something in the kitchen was fully stocked.
“Good,” she remarked as she pulled a pen, paper, ink, and a bell from the small cubby next to the chest. Pulling up a stool she set the bell to the side, and began to write the long list of what she needed. It would probably empty the petty cash, in fact she was having to abridge the list to ensure that everything was covered, but it was a start. When the list as complete, she calmly rang the bell, and in literally a blur, an imp was standing at attention in the doorway.
“Schneapple,” she stated sweetly to one of the Imp her master had placed under their command as an errand runner. Carefully she handed him the pety “I want you to go to town and get me everything on the list I'm about to get you.”
The Imp nodded profusely with a wide smile on its deformed little face. “Schneapple understand! Take list get things from town!” the Imp paused.
She nodded and handed him the gold from the chest and off he went.
Looking at the doorway she slowly stood up. While imps tended to be very quick in their duties it would take a little bit of time for the magical servant to come back with all she'd requested. More than enough time in fact for her to raid the dungeon's main pantry and hit up a hatchery and find a nice juicy chicken to serve.
She smiled. Since they were so close to a river, there might even be some blind-fish around, and if there was one thing she was good at, it was her smoked blind-fish!
Master might be nervous about being bathed, but if she knew one universal fact, it was that there was no way to a man's heart like his stomach. She just hoped he'd be in the mood to kiss the cook once he was done.
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Melfina sang sweetly to herself as she looked through her master's clothes and began to select an outfit. She knew that as long as he felt happy and loved, she'd be happy and loved so she wanted to do her best to keep him satisfied.
Slowly she pulled out a collection of items she hoped he enjoyed. She couldn't wait to see how he liked it. She just hoped that he wasn't too uncomfortable about being dressed... though there were worst situations she could be in. Dressing her naked master, herself dressed in next to nothing, standing just a hair away from that big soft bed of his... good things could come of it... pleasurable things.
She smiled. She could only hope.
With the focus of a consummate professional, Rei checked the warming bath water. It wasn't ready yet, but it was getting close. Good.
Moving on while she let the water continue to heat, she once again checked to ensure everything was ready. She had laid out a beautiful tray, on which was arranged the various soaps, oils, and perfumes that were part of your standard noble bath. Off to the side were the fine towels and clothes with which she would clean and dry her master and a silk robe was at the ready
She smiled. Everything was complete, all she had to do now was disrobe and wait.
Slowly, she stripped off what little clothes she had and placed them to the side, then she pulled on her own small robe to cover herself and smiled every so slightly. She hoped she would be aloud to make her master's bath as pleasurable an experience as possible
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With a yawn, Ranma climbed out of his large, comfortable bed and smiled. Now that he had everything the Mentor said he needed as well as some 'minions' as the freaky old ghost called 'em, he could get to work on finishing his Dungeon. Hell, he already knew where he was going to start: a Training Room and a Fighting Pit so he and his minions could practice their skills. This was especially important, he considered because people now knew he was around and he'd already made enemies.
He snorted. He seemed to always find enemies where ever her went. At least nobody was looking to marry him! What really annoyed him though was that now he seemed to have no choice but to seriously become a Keeper. While he loved the power, he was a hand on person who liked doing things himself, so he really didn't like minions, henchmen, servants, or slaves, but his foes had the same power, and they had lots of people working for them on top of it. He couldn't take them all on his own. He needed to beat them at their own game. Now, he'd never wanted to be anyone's lord or nothing. God knows he hated it when Kuno pulled that crap, but if he was going to be a Keeper then he'd have to take it seriously, and if Saotome Ranma took something seriously, then he'd never settle for second best.
“Strange how much stuff'll change in a day,” he mused and he dressed himself in the robes he'd worn the day before.
Yesterday had been confusing but cool, even with all the enemies, he guessed. Didn't feel quite comfortable about owning three cute girls as slaves, though he was glad that they were away from those three sickos, and if saving those girls involved staring a fight with three jerks who really need to get dead, well fine by him.
Jumping to his feet, he walked from his chambers into the Dungeon, almost running into Milly, who seemed to be returning with a dead chicken in one hand and strangely enough, what seemed to be a small basket of chicks in the other.
“Master!” the girl cried out, pale as a ghost.
“Hey, Milly,” Ranma replied, trying not to look at the girl's face and not her bountiful heaving breasts.
God, that girl had tits that made Shampoo look flat chested and a body to march.
“I'm making you breakfast,” she stuttered, nervously “I'm sorry that you woke up before I was finished...”
“Don't worry, I just want to get some training, and I guess a bit of 'Dungeon Keeping', in before I do anything else this morning.”
“Master, have you seen Melfina and Rei yet?”
“Nope,” Ranma replied, “Not yet. Why?”
“Rei is drawing you a bath and Melfina is getting an outfit out for you...”
“Great, I'll have a bath after I train, then get dressed, and eat what you're making for breakfast.” Ranma smiled. “Thanks!”
With that said, Ranma walked past with a large smile on his face.
Once he was gone Milly exhaled deeply.
“He's a strange master...”
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(Posted Thu, 05 Apr 2007 06:14)
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