"With such substantial size in the product's income, we could be able to afford-".
The blue-eyed boy shot a hard look into the woman's swindling yet grateful golden eyes, her onyx dress that scurried down the maiden's lanky and nimble body tightly wrapping her as she sat across from the Earl at his cedar table. They were, of course playing a rather diabolical game of chess while accompanied by their - well, his butler and her maid. "Such a foolish act would cause chaos throughout my company, I'd cause a disastrous amount of complex situations and I assure you that neither I nor my Butler care to tend to. Now, checkmate." the young boy sighed, knocking over the woman's tall white piece. She gritted her teeth before giving a genuinely annoyed smile and sat back in her seat.
The two gave each other quite irked looks before the lady took her eyes upon the tall, raven-haired Butler whom stood beside the boy. "You there." she smiled sheepishly. The boy groaned in irritation.
"Yes, milady?" The butler looked towards her with a ruby eyes, his lips twitching a bit.
"Would you be so kind as to retrieve me some honey tea? I could die for a cup." she pleaded.
The boy had just about had enough of this con-artist's mouth. "Why don't you have your own maid get you some tea?!" he asked in a rather loud and bitter tone. The guest looked rather appalled and startled when the boy knocked nearly the entire table over as he stood up in enragement.
Although her sudden uncomfortable phase, she settled back into her chair and smiled once again. "How rude it would be to let my (F/N) wander about such a mesmerizing manor, eh? Perhaps Sebastian here would give her a tour?" she said, in hopes to get the boy by himself.
The Earl, known as Ciel Phantomhive and owner of the Funtom Company, scoffed in sarcastic hysteria. "How pathe-" before he was given the chance to complete his insult of the maiden's idea, his butler, Sebastian has interrupted.
"I believe what my master is trying to say, is that perhaps it is time you both exit for the evening." he smiled and rested a hand on Ciel's shoulder in hope of relaxing his lord.
The woman eyed the two in disgust before standing up and patting out her dress. She handed her bag to (F/N) and gave a firm handshake to the both of them "Sebastian, lead the to the door, please…" He stared at their finished game of chess, his hands pressed together and touching his lips. The woman refused to say her farewell to Ciel as she walked out of the dreary room.
They all walked down the spiraling staircase, (F/N) leading the way of course in case Lady Cora had fallen. Sebastian was behind both of them, eyeing (F/N) especially as he cringed at the stench of her snake impurity. They walked across the marble floor, lady Cora paying no attention to either Butler's. They walked into the long dirt road, (F/N) helping the lady into her carriage before turning to address a proper farewell - or shall we say a warning, to the Earl Phantomhive's butler. "We both thank you for your hospitality, and our next visit will be surely less sour." (F/N) assured Sebastian, suppressing a long smile as she saw his struggling effort to keep from turning green at her scent.
He gave a modest bow, noticing lady Cora glancing over to make sure there was no fire between the two, "Perhaps, but I make no promises that we'll want to see the two of you again, Snake." he smiled acerbically before turning to walk back into the manor her tended to.
(F/N) laughed a bit at this, and smirked as she watched him stand still momentarily at the entry. "No Crow can keep a promise but his Earls." she retorted, and with that quickly entered the carriage with her mistress. The horse's hooves beat against the Earth as the wagon took off on a wobbly start. It was dimming outside, the trees of a dark green outlined by the sky's magnificent orange dusk.
"Well, was he like you?" Cora asked, lighting herself a cigarette and taking a long drag from it until she released the intoxicating smoke.
(F/N) blinked through the hazy smoke before complying to her question. "As I had assumed, milady." she said, looking out the window with her exotic emerald green eyes, flashing her true fuchsia eyes as she went over what Sebastian had remarked.
Lady Cora smiled a bit, observing the ashes of the cigarette as the burnt off and rolled onto her dress. She apathetically looked at the smoldering embers in her lap, eventually brushing them off. "What a clever child that young Ciel is." she whispered to herself, (F/N) smiling a bit to herself. Cora bit her bottom lip analytically. "And his rather prudent butler of black hair.".
(F/N) nodded, looking up at her master with her emerald irises. "Sebastian, yes.".
"Perhaps we take the both of them out…".