By midnight almost everyone on the list have arrive, and yet I was release from duty much earlier than aspected.
Still, even at this hour the grand event still on going.
If I didn't stop the intruders would this base still be standing?... Probably... But the incident would left a lasting mark and the event would be held off or suspend to another days.
I tosses around the bed unable to dose myself off.
Sigh.
"This is pointless, I can't just rest knowing my mistress is just down there with others sweet delicacy. ".
As much as I hate to admit it, this would be a great time to have someone I could use to enter the ballroom.
Pondering I turn to look at the mirror on the side of my bed.
The moonlight ray make the dark silence bedroom more visible.
Then a sudden realisation come.
"I do have someone".
A bit of time passes*
In the kitchen that is still very much busy with preparing all matter of consumtion for the grand event.
One of the chef stop, seeing a fimiliar face entering the kitchen.
Wearing a slick black suit and white glove, he can already tell what that person wanted since it already quite ovious.
He spoke with a faint, amused ridicule.
"Take a look at this, Mori the servent boy. Who would have though you go this far.".
Mori sigh at the teasing of his collegue, before cutting straight to the point.
"You already know why I'm here... remember.. you own me one".
The chef turn to the countertop behind him.
"Yes, yes I own you one.. here take this plat and bring it to the ballroom. It the least I could do with you fix obsession".
Handing Mori the plate of bite size of prepared fish delicate.
The chef give a goodbye gesture, before continuing his previous work.
With the suit and the food plat in hand, now Mori is ready to enter the ballroom without being kick out.
....
One step at a time, I make my way to the ballroom in the midst of chill night.
I could have guess what kind of scenary is waiting inside.
Which I don't doubt would frighten a lot of people.. but to me.. it might cause me to get a little too... excited.
As I getting closer, my chest row high and low, trying to kept this tingleing sensation throught out my body at bay.
"Keep it professional... I had to keep it profesisonal".
I had to remind myself to hold on to this feeling from leaking.
Steadily as I move closer and closer to the ballroom I stop.
Finally arrive at the door that seperating the ballroom from the outside.
The guard seeing me bringing the food plate didn't waste any time to open the door forward.
As the creaking door sound grew stronger.
I was hit by a thick and heavy aroma gushing out from the ballroom inside. Enveloping my entire body with it putrid, fetid, reeking smell.
Yet I don't have time to saviour this moment.. not until I fully enter the room.
Taking a stride forward the door close behind me.
As it did.... I couldn't contain this pressure in my heart. I had to saviour this moment.
What standing right infront of me is the view of the entire organisation higher up, no asception.
But it not the individual, or the dressing neither the view that bring my craving.
This throbing feeling in my heart.
"Curse..... full of curse" I said, barely above a whisper that the serounding talking had drown it out.
The individual, the items, the rarity. It all speaks to me.
How long since I had seen this many curse in sight..
I couldn't help but left a small chuckle as I cover my mouth.
Oh yeah it was back then.