For someone that was supposed to be such an important person, according to her, Su lived in a house about the size of yours. The difference dawned on you as soon as you stepped inside and she remarked.
"This is the smallest place I was allowed to get. My Father wanted to buy a manor but I talked him down to a house. He was fine so long as it had everything I might need." She shrugged at you as you kicked your shoes off and took it all in.
`I wonder what Johan's house looks like.` You wondered, stepping into the sitting room with her.
Su searched around. "I called ahead to tell her we would be by, so she should be all-"
"Hey, Su." A low, but feminine voice called out from the kitchen. She stepped out in just a pair of small athletic shorts with slits at the side stretched wide open by thickness around her hips. She wore a loose white tank top and carried a can of beer out into the sitting room as you both stared dumbfounded. The woman was tall and toned with bright red hair and subtle freckles over her cheeks and nose. Her skin was quite pallid.
"This is him?" She asked curiously, lifting one of her bare feet to scratch the inside of her calf with her tones while almost losing balance. She caught herself and let out a small laugh.
Su seethed. "Hey-"
You spoke your own thoughts over her. "Put some clothes on, you wench! Do you have reservations about serving your master? This woman feeds and houses you. Are you ungrateful or unsatisfied?"
Su stared at you in wide-eyed shock. Her lips quivered and grew into a wide grin. "Uhm, Finn it's really alright. She's-"
"He's right, little Miss. I made a bad call." She grew a bit serious and stared you down before relenting.
"I'll go up and get changed. We got a few things to go over." She adjusted her posture. The way she moved changed from the way she did when she emerged from the kitchen. You watched her go. Su interpreted it as you staring at her shapely ass as she walked up the stairs and jabbed you.
"Ow!" You bent over and rubbed your side.
`Was it all an act to see what I'd do? Does this woman know something?` You asked.
"What's this about? Do you know?"
"I told you everything I knew. I'm not sure what she's up to but I thought it'd be good if my guardian got to know you, anyway, since you will be coming over very often." she said the words with such conviction, like it wasn't a choice that you would be coming over. You could not complain about that. It would get you away from Jacob and give you time to plan and decompress without being made to be a cute little sex servant for most of the hours you were at home.
After a few minutes the woman walked down the stairs, heels clacking on the wood floors. She was wearing a navy blue pencil skirt and a matching jacket with a button-up blouse underneath and a black ribbon tying the collar. She gazed at you with dark blue eyes as she walked down. Her messy hair had been combed and pulled back into a tight ponytail. She walked past you both and stood at attention, motioning towards the couches and seats in the living room.
"Hey, Marie-"
"Please, sit."
Su sighed and nodded to you. The fact that she was listening seemed to imply a deeper relationship to you than employee and employer. The impression you got was a close servant that had the authority to be disobedient so that they could properly perform their duties. It reflected a calling that was higher than simply looking after a kid abroad. You sat down comfortably. Su plopped down beside you, stretching her arm over your shoulder. Marie smirked.
"You two met not long ago. Maybe a day?"
"We met much sooner. I just didn't acknowledge him until recently."
"Until the sparring match." Marie remarked, picking the remote up off the table and clicking it. The TV came alive with a paused video. The start of the match shot from the side. You were surprised to see yourself.
"Hey! What's this? How'd you do that?"
Su looked at you quizzically. "It's a video. I told you I videotaped all my sessions. Yours was interesting so I showed it to Marie, which I'll sometimes do if I want pointers."
You bristled a bit. "I don't remember giving permission for my image, but alright." You eyed Marie, who's eyes rested solely on you.
She played the video through. You cringed. "Ugh, I'm so slow."
Su comforted you. "You're good, though all your movements are-"
"Perfect." Marie stated without looking.
"Technically speaking, the intent behind every move is right. He's just behind by several steps. His eyes don't blink when he's being hit near the face and he's not just going for the win with every move, but he's adjusting and re-adjusting as his moves fail due to being too slow, which means it isn't a pre-determined routine it's instinct. Where'd you learn?"
