The Mist and the Lightning. Part 17 - стр. 17
And the slave looked at her with undisguised pity and sympathy.
Karina washed and put on her underwear, the slave tightened her corset so tightly that Karina could hardly breathe. At the same time, when she convulsively inhaled air, the corset creaked.
“No! No! I'll suffocate, tighten it looser!”
“But then your waist will be completely gone, lady.”
“Send it to hell!”
“Then let's make the skirt more magnificent?”
Gold smiled, as if laughing at her new and so wrong mistress.
“Why are you laughing? Drink some wine!”
The slave took the glass extended to her with two hands and obediently drank it to the bottom, her cheeks immediately turned red. She handed Karina a few crisp petticoats.
“Eh, I have already put on a bunch of them!”
“Then let's put on hoops under the skirt.”
“Are you kidding? I won't get through the door through them!”
“Hee-hee…”
Karina looked in the mirror, she quite liked herself this way. The dark red dress made of precious brocade was beautiful and perfectly emphasized, as Karina believed, her ideal figure.
The maid watched her with interest and chuckled softly.
“Why are you giggling?”
“Sorry, lady.”
“Have you ever seen black women?”
“I have seen them. But only slaves.”
“I was a slave too,” said Karina, “but then my master fell in love with me, set me free and married me.”
Gold widened her eyes:
“Is it possible?” Her surprise was so strong that she even forgot to add “lady.”
Karina brought her wrist to a brightly burning candle, a thin monogram lit up on it with fiery paths.
“See? I was marked with fire. Long ago.”
Gold was dumbfounded and silent, and now Karina laughed. Finally, the red girl came to her senses, and, apparently, the wine she had drunk also played a role, because she suddenly said:
“I also love my master.”
“Whom?” Karina was surprised. “Are you talking about Kudmer?”
The maid nodded.
“Yes. About sir Kudmer.”
“But he's fat… fat and ugly! A-ha-ha!”
Gold was embarrassed and blushed even more:
“He was kind. Tell me, was he killed?”
“No,” Karina answered, “as far as I know, he was sent to prison.”
The slave sighed with relief and handed Karina the tightly packed bags:
“Here, madam, this is for the breast.”
“I inserted it already!”
“Sorry, lady, but it seems that this is not enough.”
“And if they fall out? No. I want to relax and have fun, not watch my boobs.”
“Hee-hee…”
The slave beautifully styled Karina’s hair, making a high hairstyle. Karina put on an openwork mask on her face:
“Hmm…”
The slave smiled:
“Yes, very beautiful, lady.”
She covered Karina’s head with a lush, dark pink translucent fabric that went down almost to the floor in the back, and in the front to the middle of the chest, and put on a high precious tiara on top.
Karina froze:
“Also a rag!”
“It's a veil, lady.”
“What for?!”
“But you must be covered, lady.”
“I have put on a mask!”
“The mask is not closed enough, and the veil is always required. It’s translucent. It suits you very much, lady.”
Karina lifted the veil from her face up, but then it covered a beautiful high tiara.
“Damn,” thought Karina, “okay, I'll look around there and then take off this veil to hell.”
“When I become queen,” she said so self-confidently, as if this issue had already been decided for a long time, “I will abolish these idiotic laws that humiliate women. I will cancel all these rules. No one will wear a cape, a mask, or a veil, neither free women nor slaves. Yes!”