Marissa shook his head, "N-no I'm not picky" He said with a soft smile as he walked into the bathroom.
He shut the door carefully, making sure it was secure before he started to pull off his clothes.
He was small, and thin with a slight figure. He barely needed a corset when he dressed, but he still wore one for the sake of fashion.

The bathroom was lined in a pale green marble with black accent tiles around the border. The tub was large and sunk into the floor. It to was made of the green marble. The taps were done in a blue silver that was beautiful yet stunning. They were done up to look like little fishes. The floor behind the bath was only wide enough to hold glass jars, each one was filled with different things. Some of them were bath salts others were oils or flower petals. The maid Alanna had set out two pots of hair creams and body creams. Though not in the jars like the other items they fit in well in their metal tins. The towel had been hung within reach of the tub while the bath clothes had been set next to the tins. There was a second door that led to a toilet and a shower. A crossed from the tub was a large mirror and a nice size sink with lots of lotions and perfumes around it. On the counter was set combs and brushes, hair ties and jewelry.

Marissa restrained himself from playing with every little thing. He quickly undressed and set about washing himself.
He had never had such nice soaps and hair soaps. Even with his original masters he had had the lesser soaps.
When he was done with that he wrapped his long hair in the towel and then lounged in the tub, waiting for the knock and the announcement that his breakfast was ready.

After a little while there was a knock on the door. “did you fall back asleep in there Miss?” Alanna’s voice came muffled through the door. “will you need help with your corset or clothes? Your breakfast is here for you.”

Marissa sat up in the water and hurriedly climbed out.
He toweled himself off, "Um...I might...I'm not sure.." He said softly as he dried his legs of thoroughly before pulling the bath clothes on and opening the door. His long brown hair hung in dainty little curls from the humidity. They would go away once it dried though.

Alanna grinned. “You look really cute. Do your ringlets stay or go away?” she stood there her hands filled with the dress she had set out. “Here is your dress, if you need help with anything I am happy to help, I will just be out here until you need me.” She held out the dress.

Marissa reached up and touched his hair, "No they go away..." He said softly and he pulled one curl with his fingers.
He reached out for the dress, "um.... is there somewhere I might be able to change in private?" He asked softly.

“If you would like, tonight we could do your hair up so that tomorrow you have them.” Alanna smiled and then took hold of the door knob. “Yes you can change in there and I will wait out here.” And with that she shut the door in her own face.

Marissa blinked a bit as she walked out so quickly. He looked at the floor and then started to pull off his clothes.
He sighed a bit as he looked down at his flat body, he pulled on his clothes, He always wore high necked dresses, he wished desperately that he could fill out some of those adorable low cut ones.
He pulled on the bloomers and under shirt and then went to the door carrying the corset, he pulled it open and peered out looking for Alanna.

"Um... Could you help me?"

She was standing next to the door with a little book in her hand. When she heard him she slipped it into her pocket of her apron and turned to him. “I would be happy to.” Taking the corset she put it on him then tightened it up just enough that it gave him a little bit of a girly figure, but not enough to hinder his breathing. “Is that good or would you like it tighter?”

Marissa shook his head, "Um... I need help with the dress too" He said pointing back behind him.
All of this was new, he wasn't sure how he felt about orderings someone around like that. There were buttons on the back of the dress though and there was no way he could pull that off.

Helping him put on the dress Alanna smiled. “Some of the maids love their corsets tightened so tight that they can barely do any of their work, which is why I asked. Most of the ladies that have ever come here I hear want their corsets so tight that they have to take in tiny breaths. Which if you ask me is not safe and should not be done.” Her fingers were quick and nimble buttoning up the dress. “Would you also like help with your hair or would you like to do that yourself.”

Marissa sighed, "Well I don't really need it that tight... I er...don't have some of the... well no I just don't need it that tight." He said softly as he stood there, "And Could you do my hair? I've always just worn it down. "

Smiling Alanna patted Marissa’s shoulder. “I know dear but no one will hear from me your not….” She let it go from there. He could figure out what she meant quite easily. Steering him to a seat she set in on doing his hair. “We are going to need to make up a catalog of all the hair styles you would like to try out. That way you can just tell me which one and I can do it for you.” Gently yet quickly she had his hair brushed out and near dry. Picking up some of the hair jeweler she set to doing a cute up dew for him. “There now don’t you just look great.”

Marissa sat down in the chair and smiled, "Oh a catalog would be WONDERFUL!" He said clapping his hands a bit, "It would make things much easier for me."

“Then I will bring down some of the magazines for you to look through that I have.” Finishing the hair she nodded. “There how do you like it? Angelo will love it.” She set everything down and held up a mirror for him to see in.

Marissa smiled and nodded a bit, "mmmh I like it" He said turning and tilting his head a little.
He looked back at Alanna, "Um... There's a small issue.." He said softly, "I need a razor..." He added, "One for my face... I... I'm very girly but now and then I do still need that..."

Alanna smiled a knowing smile. “You’re not the only one miss. It runs in my family to have a mustache even if you’re a woman. I will make sure you have one of those new fancy safety razors by tonight. They are much better than the old strait razors.” She set the mirror down and walked to the door. “Well I will get the magazines and you can eat your breakfast. When you’re done we can go though the magazines and you can pick out the ones you like.”

Marissa nodded a little, "Is it warm out?" He asked softly, "If it is...I think I'll take my breakfast out to the garden.." He said cheerfully as he picked up his breakfast tray carefully.

“The weather is quite nice but it looks like we may get rain latter this evening, you will be ok if you’re just going out for breakfast.” She said as she walked to the main door of the room. With a nodded she disappeared around the door.

Marissa smiled and gave a small nod. Having been a servant all of his life he had no trouble carrying the tray out to the garden.

The Garden was much larger than he had imagined, and it didn't take him long to find the small white table with it's dainty umbrella set in the middle.
He set the tray down and opened the Umbrella happily. He took a seat and smiled watching the leaves sway in the breeze and the flowers dance.

His grinned brightly at the many varieties of roses that were in bloom around the area. Marissa loved the smell of roses.

Sitting in his workroom Angelo looked into the mirror. It had been nice to see that one of the maids was trying to get along with Marissa, he would have to look in on her and see if she would suite them. “well Marissa enjoy the sun, tonight we will go ridding.” Looking back at his workbench Angelo sighed. The ring lay in three pieces, the stone cracked down the center. It had been only the third try at this spell and it was starting to cost him more than he had expected. The diamonds themselves were not the problem it was the white gold. Each time he had to get a new batch of gold, never able to remake the spell work in the metal after the first try. “Soon this will work.”

Marissa ate in relative silence as he watched the sun moving towards the west. He'd slept so late. But it had been nice to sleep as long as he wanted.
He chewed on the last bite of his breakfast and smiled kicking his legs in his seat a bit.
It was all so nice! He had a nice maid and a nice master. He hoped to keep that young lady as his maid, but it all had to do with what his master decided.
Though he had not thought it would feel so awkward having a female maid.

Watching again after throwing the scraps of the ring in a bin Angelo sighed. Marissa was happy here, much happier then he had been at the brothel. It was good that he had bought him. Angelo flipped over the paper and looked at the price again. Anglo had paid more for Marissa then he had the full wardrobe form him.

Running quietly down the back stairs Alanna stopped at the door to the garden. There was a bell pull next to the door and without Marissa’s permission to come into the garden all she could do was pull it. The bell rang out loud as she pulled the rope down. “I hope he understands what that is for.” She whispered to herself.

Marissa blinked a bit at the chime of the bell.
He stood up a little and looked towards the door. He wasn't so sheltered that he didn't equate bells with doors needing to be opened.
He stood up and hurried for the little Garden door, "um...You can come in..."