Fefe is giggling as she walks to the bath door to help her mistress dress for dinner. The door opens and out steps Grace, her hair artfully twisted into a stunning chignon, tendrils of her unruly hair already escaping. Standing there smelling of cinammon and glistening from the oil, Fefe can't help but run her hand softly across Grace's back. Grace smiles and says, "You better watch those hands or we may miss dinner altogether" Fefe giggles again, smacks Grace on the ass and asks what she would like to wear for dinner. "Something simple tonight, I think. Perhaps the long black velvet gown with my pearls...oh and that pretty silken shawl, the black one with the hint of burgandy in it. I think that will do nicely. And speaking of which, what shall you wear, m'dear?" Fefe stops short. "Oh m'lady, I'll just eat down in the servants dining area. What I have on will be fine".....Grace speaks with the authority she knows will cause Fefe to obey, "Ohhhh noooo, you won't...pick something from my closet and you'll dine with the rest of us. I'll not have you down in that dingy place."

The two ladies finish dressing with Fefe adorned as never before in a flowing gown and jewels. They head out the cabin door arm in arm.