"What in heaven's name is that racket?" The servants working in the kitchen heard steps coming toward them at a wild pace and stopped their prep work on dinner to see what the emergency was.

Raynha ran into the von Karma kitchen wildly waving her arms and bombarding the rest of the household staff with an onslaught of frantic Portugese. Raynha tended to be a very jumpy creature seemingly scared of every possible shadow, bug, or stranger so as soon as the rest of the staff saw that it was she they went back to their work.

The von Karma staff consisted of five people who cared for the estate and prepared meals and did the various housekeeping tasks that Ms. von Karma and Mr. Edgeworth required.

Helga set down the knife she was chopping vegetables with and shouted at Raynha to quit behaving like a ninny.

"How many times we gotta tell you? We don't understand Portugese!" Helga was Raynha's exact opposite. She was in no way flighty and nothing much ruffled her feathers other than Raynha.

The Portugese maid waved her delicate hands wildly about her head, her eyes wide.

"I have just seen the master of the house with the lady and they were…doing unspeakable things!"

At this everybody again stopped what they were doing. Good gossip was hard to come by at the von Karma mansion, because Miles and Franziska abhorred high society life so much they never held parties or benefits at the house and kept mostly to themselves.

It was Catriona who spoke first. "What do you mean?"

"They were…having sex in the music room."

Helga raised her eyebrows, but all she said was, "Well, good for them." Helga was the most senior staff member having been with the von Karma family for nearly forty years. The other staff members tended to look to her for guidance and since Helga seemed ok with the news a couple of the other servants also murmured their approval.

This only served to further infuriate the maid.

"What are you all ill here? They are brother and sister, no? Tis sinful you should all be ashamed!"

Helga slammed the knife into the cutting board and gave Raynha a look that made Raynha think she was lucky not to have been the knife's target.

"You are a meddling twit aren't you? He was adopted. Haven't you noticed he has a different surname? Miles Edgeworth. Not to mention his American accent. He's the son of a prosecutor who was murdered and after his father died he was adopted by Franziska's father and moved from the states to live here."

"It's still scandalous. They should be ashamed. Doing such things in the middle of the afternoon. He is obviously a demon. The things I saw were unclean."

"Watch your tongue." Helga warned her angrily. "Franziska works hard. She travels the world to make it safer. She has devoted her life to making sure the bad guys and gals are where they belong. So if the master is making her happy I say so be it. If anybody deserves a good lay it's her."

The other cook and the gardener nodded their agreement. Anything that could make the lady of the house less sharp tongued and less quick with the whip was welcome to them.

Catriona, the other maid, looked disappointed, "I've always thought Mr. Edgeworth was very attractive, but I always figured he was a gentleman…"

"What I saw no gentleman does!" Raynha squawked.

"Just because no man's done it for you doesn't make it wrong." Helga said and Raynha's hands formed into fists as her nostrils flared. She knew what was proper lovemaking and the things she had seen going on were sinful.

"What exactly were they doing?" Catriona asked leaning toward Raynha, her eyes wide with envy as she imagined her crush's manhood plunging into her aching body. Surely, the master of the house was a gentleman who would only do things that brought pleasure to both his partner and himself.

Helga cleared her throat. "Catriona, Franziska doesn't share her toys so you had best be finding someone else to fancy and in a hurry."

Catriona blushed. She didn't think anyone knew.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.

Shelby, the gardener, laughed his deep guttural laugh. "Sure you don't. I don't even work in the house and I know Franziska has forbidden you to even enter his bedroom."

"She just prefers when I serve her."

Shelby smirked devilishly, "And Mr. Edgeworth serves her in all kinds of ways. I've seen stuff to in the gardens, but I don't feel the need to spy."

This angered Raynha even more. She had not been spying. She had been doing her work and had gone to investigate suspicious noises she had heard. Then upon finding she had watched just long enough to affirm what she was seeing. What low morals these Germans had! Making light of such things!

"You do not understand! He called her "sister" while he…" Raynha pantomimed a humping motion and Shelby found himself surprised that he had finally found a woman that could talk about sex in a way he found unappealing. Apparently, he wasn't as big a horn ball as he had thought.

"So what? People say crazy things during sex. I call my husband a god and we all know he's nothing but a lazy ass," Helga explained.

"Look, Raynha, this is their house and what they choose to do in their bedrooms or the music room or anywhere else is not to be judged by any of us. You understand?"

Everyone nodded. While Franziska was difficult to work for, Miles was caring and considerate and they cared about them both.

"Alright, alright. Everybody back to work we better make them a good supper. It sounds like they may have worked up an appetite."