Soft layers of dust rippled through the air as the gas was pumped into the vents and into the chambers of softly snoring people whose duties had been waiting. In a white brick room that wore no detail other than a large metal door next to a similarly gray closet and two sets of bunkbeds, the four guests occupying them awoke as the familiar scent pushed into the air hit their faces. Eyes bloodshot and hair still tangled a young and pale girl awoke and quickly sat up to get dressed, removing the chest from under her bed.
Neatly folded were three pairs of uniforms though she was only asked to wear one on most days. She grabbed undergarments and turned to the closet. Inside was her casual wear which outside these walls would have made even the most stuck up turn and stare. Her consistant apparel was a long elegent gold dress that stretched to her ankles and flowed softly as she walked the halls. Stepping into the dress and back to the chest she slipped on a pair of small black heels that rested by the bed corner.
Her roommates had also been dressing quickly, their uniforms a white button downed shirt tucked into slacks with a deep black overcoat to match and beautiful boots which they began to apply the morning coat of polish to. They worked quickly, brushing hair and slipping into clothes at the same time as the boots dried and smearing the left over wet onto a dirty rag they shared. "We are ready Miss Sandra." Forming a single file line, she cracked the door to the room and marched forward. Each of the others followed in perfect form and the light clacking of her heels trickled down the marble hallways only pausing on the deep red rugs that interrupted the walkway. They passed many doors one opening not far behind them and a similar line of seemingly mindless servants walking in another direction. Two from the back of her line split and entered an older wooden door where loud clanging sounds rung out. The remaining two walked with her down a multitude of corridors and past a small archway where a set of spiral staircases led higher and higher into what turned from an elegant mansion of stone and fine art so a simple attic. The upper stories of the house were still well carved as they moved from the attic and back into an adorned set of offices. The largest with a golden statue of a falling eagle almost guarding it was where they stopped, hands moving to their sides and heads now held higher.