Cordelia Lucas Posted December 6, 2015 Share Posted December 6, 2015 On a quiet street named Grace Court not far from St James Square half hidden by the copious amounts of white rose bushes and set back from the road is a residence comprised of brick and stone. Its features speak of former times and additions made yet remains pleasing to the eye. Four stories in height with multi-paned glass set into the three round bay windows that front the house it gives the impression of quiet wealth and elegance. A circular drive leads to the front entrance where a great oaken door reached by six shallow stone steps awaits. The Hall is not overly large and the walls are white-washed with wooden floors beneath. Tall ceilings add height and plaster work of figures and fruits and flowers decorate. There are two rooms that flank the Hall on either side that have decidedly feminine touches with just the right amount of additions that any man would find comforting. Chairs and round tables and a wide hearth will be found in each. A staircase of wood with wide planks leads up to fan out into six rooms comprised of a Dining Room for larger parties and provides views out one of the bay windows. Another more intimate holding six to eight then several bedrooms. A smaller staircase leads up again to four more bedrooms. Further up is reserved for servants. There is a large garden space in the back which takes advantage of the small stream that runs along the property line creating opportunities for all kinds of uses. Sitting in a wood paneled room on the second floor with its small fireplace and two windows curtained in rich burgundy brocade surrounded by papers set in neat stacks was a woman of middle years who wore her age well. Dressed in a fashion more suited to a country Matron yet in well designed silks Cordelia set down her quill. All had balanced as she had knew they would - for she did not entrust her accountings to anyone. Business was very profitable and she could breath a bit and so enjoy the freedoms it provided and allowed her the opportunity to also think of the two newest arrivals and if what she had paid out would see a return of profit. She had a well practiced eye and could spot a pretender or a girl that would be trouble to one with little experience but trainable. A clock chimed the hour. She reached for the crystal glass and sipped the deep rich wine that a regular had given her with pleasure. Her maid would soon arrive with a tray for she ate light on days when she knew the evening would be a busy one. Her Establishment was one of the most well known secrets in London amongst the Wealthy Aristocrats and Gentlemen yet she had worked hard to insure that herself and her girls were seen as what she intended - a wealthy Widow who provides a safe place to reside in the City for girls that seek to better themselves. She was strict in this facade making sure that none could be viewed as of a wanton nature and so each was dressed in colors and a style that suited yet did not draw attention. And they NEVER went out unattended. She employed several burly men to keep a steady eye. There were things that happened naturally for she could not keep that tight a watch and she was not so naive to think that those that lived there-abouts knew yet turned a blind eye for the sake of Peace and Harmony in their own Households! Reaching into a drawer she took out a leather bound book and setting it on top of her desk she flipped thru the pages until she found the one she sought. It contained the names of those expected for this night and their preferences and desired girl. All in a coded script only known by her. Nothing out of the ordinary there yet she paused to remember that the third name had made some trouble the last time so she would take the precaution of having Gerald at the ready and have a talk with Alyce about not screaming out so loudly - it was bad for Business and frightened the other girls' as well. She gave a sigh as she rose pushing back her chair to walk to the mirror that hung over the fireplace. There she examined herself giving a half smile at the reflection before ringing the small gold bell. First her meal then to bath and then dress. She greeted her 'guests' personally and it was expected. She would not disappoint. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.