She rises gracefully, smoothing her dress. «I want to change.» Then, without hesitation, she turns to the servant. «Come with me.»
The man moves silently, measured in his steps. He wears only an apron, leaving the rest of his body exposed-a presence that is both discreet and impossible to ignore. She glances at him briefly, then gestures for him to follow.
In the room, the servant moves with precision, performing a ritual long known. He kneels, carefully removing her shoes, smoothing a layer of cream over her legs with deliberate hands, never lingering too long. Then, he hands her the black dress-elegant, form-fitting. His eyes follow her as she slips into it, his gaze betraying, for just a moment, a restrained desire, a quiet admiration.
But she remains impassive, distant. To her, he is only a servant.
Once ready, she returns to her partner, who watches her with satisfaction. The dress hugs her figure perfectly, the heels accentuate her posture. The servant follows in silence, closing the scene with his unseen presence.
With practiced ease, he helps them both into their coats. He kneels again, this time to slip the man’s shoes on, performing the task with the same precision he had used for her. Just before stepping out, she gives him her final instructions, not even sparing him a glance.