"If you had to bang any of the three, who would you pick?"

Three of the male servants stood outside, smoking. They had to be careful not to get caught by the butler (head of the servants) because smoking under work hours was not tolerated, even though the family was off, visiting the Wilson's again for the third time this month.

Scarlett was also outside, cleaning a pair of Lucy's light brown leather boots with a white stained cloth.

"Isa for sure," said one of them. John was his name.

Charlie and William were the names of the other two.

"S-stop!" said Charlie. "You can't talk about our m-miladies like that!"

Scarlett thought Charlie was an alright young man, but William and John... She despised men like them.

"Oh, should up, Charlie, and let the real men talk. But, really, Isa?" William asked.

"Yeah, she has some nice big tits, man. Have you never seen them bulging out of those expensive dresses?"

John laughed.

"I don't wanna be part of this c-conversation," said Charlie, and he walked away. When he saw Scarlett was there too, he was startled. He nodded her a good day and went inside.

"Yes, walk away, stutterboy," William laughed. "God, he's such a pathetic virgin."

"Who'd you choose then?" John asked after he also laughed at Charlie's expense too.

"Not Isa, she is no fun at all," William said. He took another hoist of his cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply. After he exhaled he said, "God, it's actually a hard choice. How about all of them together?"

"No, you have to pick one, you were the one to ask the question."

"Ok, then...I think I'm gonna go with sweet little innocent Minnie. Such a naive dummy that one."

"What do you think about Lucy?" John asked.

"Oh, I always wonder if little miss carrot-head has matching carrot hair down there."

The conversation went on for another minute before both men turned back to their tasks again.

Silent as she was, they still hadn't noticed Scarlett. Not even when they walked back into the house.

She, however, didn't laugh at all. Her hands held the oily cloth tightly, till her knuckles were white and her fingers numb. She hated men like them. Especially William.

~

"...?!"

William was surprised when someone yanked him into one of the broom closets.

It was hot in the tiny space and it smelled of wood and kind of swampy.

He was pressed against the wall and when he noticed it was the most beautiful and worshipped woman in the house, his heart started to pound faster.

"Scarlett?"

"Hmm..." She hummed and pulled her skirt up to press her knee between his legs.

"My, my...God! Aren't you lusting for me," he heavily breathed. "Will all my advances towards you finally be answered, Miss hard-to-get?"

He had asked for Scarlett's attention more than once, but never got any, until now.

She smiled but turned her head when he wanted to kiss her.

"No," she replied.

"What? Then what's the meaning of this? Oh, wait a sec, you're just playing the part of hard to get some more, hm?" William asked while he ran his hands underneath Scarlett's skirt. "That's ok. I can play along..."

Suddenly there was something sharp pressed against his neck.

"What the--"

"It's a knife," Scarlett whispered. "And if you reach higher between my legs, I will cut your flesh with it."

"Jesus--"

"I've heard you talk about my mistress today, and I didn't like what I heard." When he opened his mouth again, she pushed the knife harder against his throat. "And if I hear something like that again, you'll regret it. You foul piece of shit," she continued, quietly whispering in his ear.

"...!"

"Because if you talk like that again, I will make sure you aren't welcome in this house any longer. You're a sorry excuse for a man."

"And how would you do that?" William asked while pulling her hand from his throat. He was pretty sure this cunt just cut him a little. "Nobody will believe you. I'm Mr. Dearhorn's personal valet, and the man likes me a lot. He trusts me."

He smirked. Scarlett was new, she held no power over him. What did she even think? He was Mr. Dearhorn's assistant for years and had never made a single mistake.

Suddenly, while not taking her eyes off of him, Scarlett started weeping until big tears rolled over her cheeks in a matter of seconds, while her bottom lip trembled like a leaf in the wind.

"William touched me, Sir," she cried softly. "He touched me in places that no man should touch a woman he isn't married to. He pulled me inside the broom closet and...and... It was so dark and I was so afraid that he..." Her breath hitched. "And I was afraid for a reason because I was right. He...he did it, you see, good Sir. He touched me...even between my legs! I'm all but an innocent woman, twenty-eight years of age, and he...he touched..."

Scarlett cried harder but abruptly started to smile.

"As I said, don't test me, William. It will be you that nobody will believe. Now take your filthy hands away from me."

"You--oh my God! You bitch," William said, not able to believe how Scarlett had two faces.

"I will go out first, while you will stay here for another ten minutes. I don't want people to see us coming out together."

She dried her tears and left.

William indeed wasn't the only one who had 2 faces.

It took one to know one...

~

"Did you really have a headache?" Scarlett asked Lucy after she returned home alone while the rest of the family stayed at the Wilson's.

Lucy had asked her father to let a carriage bring her home.

"No, I just made that up. It was boring."

The younger one threw herself on the bed and sighed loudly.

"Why would you do that? Now everyone will be worried," Scarlett replied.

"Worried? Because of a little headache? Come on, I'm not a baby."

Scarlett softly laughed and she saw that Lucy was gazing at her. Her pretty young mistress seemed to do that a lot lately, Scarlett wasn't oblivious to that.

She liked it.

"I think... I think that Isa is in love with Roy. I think that's why she always finds that I talk meanly about him, while I'm not speaking ill about him at all. I just don't like him in that way, so I can't put him on a pedestal." Lucy explained.

"You don't have to. The heart wants what the heart wants."

~

It was the middle of the night and most of the servants were fast asleep. Except for two.

"I'm s-sorry, S-s-scarlett. I didn't like how they talked, I swear that I--"

"I know," Scarlett told Charlie. "I know that you aren't like those awful other men in here."

Scarlett and Charlie sat in the servant's kitchen. It was a pure coincidence. Both had woken up and wanted to have some water.

"Yes, they seem to be talking about others like that a lot, especially about w-women."

Scarlett smiled at him. He was about her age and an innocent soul. Always kind and helpful. He wasn't handsome at all. He had light blonde hair, small blue eyes, his lashes almost white, and a rather sharp, bony nose. His lips were thin and his chin was square but small.

But he was always respectful and Scarlett liked his presence.

She saw how he swallowed, his big Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

She tapped her finger on the table. The only thing that made a sound in the room apart from Charlie's heavy breathing.

"Are you nervous, sitting in a room with me and nobody else?" Scarlett asked.

"I...I-I better s-should maybe go t-to bed," he stuttered, but he kept sitting down.

Scarlett stood up and walked towards the man. He looked at her with dark but frightened eyes.

"You've never touched a woman's body, have you, Charlie?" she asked while pulling out the pins of her hair.

"N-n-n-no."

Charlie almost fainted when Scarlett stood behind him, her breath against his neck, her hand sliding from his knee to his crotch. Almost touching his... Almost, until she did and she cupped him.

He almost came then and there.

"I think that will change today, Charlie."