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Chapter 3: A Lady

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Rey was taken down a set of corridors by the old man from the hanger with the company of stormtroopers. It had lost its technical ship decor, and taken on a more living quarters feel, Rey had imagined these were the bedchambers.

She had given up trying to memorize the outlines of the corridors for escape as they approached a door to which she assumed was assigned to her. The door opened upon their arrival, and two apparitional women lingered in the doorway. "Prepare her," The officer demanded, practically pushing Rey through the doorway and into the bedroom.

First, a bath was drawn. Which sounded delightful in her head, but reality was not so kind. When she was lead into the bathroom, it was one of the most prestigious settings she had ever set foot in. The tiles were laid out in black and white, the bathtub, so large, it could have easily fit three people comfortably... Even though she was unsure of why she thought about three people in a bathtub.

The smell of sweet soaps filled the steamy room, Rey could not resist the anticipation of divulging her senses... And it was then she realized she had been in this room with two other women.

Before she could unravel the wraps on her body, she felt another pair of phantom hands upon her shoulders, slipping off her cloths for her. She snapped at the hands and turned to face the well dressed woman before her, "What are you doing?!"

The woman showed no remorse or any harboring anger towards Rey's rejection, she only persisted, placing her hands upon her shoulders and sliding off the garbs from her shoulder. Rey was so confused by this display, it was as if she was part of a ritual. The women were dressed so regally, both wearing identical robes, their hair pulled tightly behind their ears, and their shoes, all rubber padded, which allowed them to move about like spirits

Their most uniformed feature of these women were their ghostly faces. They were pure white, their upper lips painted a bright red, the bottom black. Their eyes were outlined so coarsely with black liner, the whites of their eyes were prominently displayed with the honey-color inside them. In any other setting, Rey probably would have gotten a laugh out of their appearance.

Another woman from behind Rey began to unravel her hair, soft, gentle fingers began to untie the loose buns behind her head. At the same time, hands landed upon her waist, unbuckling the leather belt upon her. The leather had been so stretched and dried out from constant use, the woman let it merely fall to the ground.

"Stop," Rey protested, more gently this time, looking the woman undressing her intently into her eyes, "Look, I understand someone put you up to this, but this part I can do on my own." The woman said nothing, only returning Rey's gaze.

There was an uncomfortable silence after that, and the woman's unnatural appearance was beginning to let Rey think she was about to strike her or disappear into thin air. Instead, the women, in unison, took exactly three steps away from Rey, bowed their heads, and clasped their hands.

Rey was indeed disturbed by this display, but she took the opportunity anyway. Removing her buns and clothing as quickly as she could, taking long strides to the tub, and submerging herself in the hot water. She inhaled deeply, feeling her chest expand underneath the water. Closing her eyes lightly, she tilted her head against the tub's slippery lining, and rested her arms upon the sides.

She remained there for a long time, taking in the pure, relaxing silence that filled the air. Jakku always had some form of sound, wind, machines, the light tapping of sand grains against metal... There was never a moment of quiet, and it took her planets away to realize that.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a woman approach, a long brush in her hand. Rey whipped her finger out from the water and pointed intently at the ghostly figure, "Don't even think about it." She said, more firmly than rudely.

The woman stepped back.

After her bath, Rey was wrapped in a thick, fluffy towel with a cloth she had never experienced. She wrapped it tightly around her shoulders, it smelled of sweet flowers. The women led her into a master bedroom, which proved to be far more luxurious than the bathroom entirely.

The bedroom was equipped with dim lights that delicately illuminated the area, the walls were a deep gray, which helped the red curtains upon the windows stand out. The ceiling stood well over her head, for a moment she thought it would never end, until she noticed the elegant chandelier that cascaded overhead.

Rey was lead to a large mirror cornered in the room, she noticed just how small she looked with the thick towel wrapped around her body, also because the women with her easily stood a few inches taller than her. To the sides of the large mirror, two dressers, each opened and equipped with beautiful silks Rey can only imagine were immaculate dresses.

She was correct, two women approached the dressers, pulling out these elaborate dresses that looked more like costumes to her. Bright, vivid colors that only royalty should wear, which made her feel even more out of place in this room.

The gowns were placed on the equally enchanting bed, which could have been made for an emperor, and crafted with finer silk than these dresses. Rey watched as both women simultaneously removed the dresses from their places and placed them tenderly upon the bed. Before her laid six gowns, each one different from the next. The figures removed themselves away from the bed, standing behind Rey, again bowing their heads and seemingly removing themselves from Rey's presence.

The dresses were no doubt intimidating, each one with different textures, colors, cuts, lengths, it became overwhelming. She lifted the collar of the golden dress, it was heavy, mostly because it was encrusted with jewels and intricate stitching, and the rest of the gown was even more visually appealing. But it was nothing she would wear.

She approached the red gown that had caught her eye from afar, it jingled when it was placed on the bed. Rey inspected it further, finding the sleeves loosely secured with ribbons, and gold coins dangling from a pink sash below. The torso had also been missing. She turned her nose to this one as well.

She would have been very happy with a simple garment with one shade and two sleeves... But apparently this was not the style of the First Order... In her years of knowledge, speedracing, language learning, ship anatomy, and even combat training, these things proved to be easier to fathom than this dilemma. She returned her gaze to the women, who had not met her gaze since the bathroom.

"I'm... I don't know what I'm doing... I need some help." For the second time on this day, Rey had felt utterly hopeless... Asking these strangers for help reminded her of her childhood days she'd spend collecting coins for scraps.

But these women seemed more than obliged to help, their heads rose to meet Rey's gaze, which was almost unnerving, but each woman took different paths in the room. One went for Rey, careful not to meet her gaze as she removed the damp towel, folding it carefully and placing it in a basket near the bathroom entrance. Rey covered herself as best as she could, feeling an ominous chill creep up her wet legs.

She watched as the woman returned to her side, picking up a grayish purple gown from the bed, holding it in the air for Rey to see. She admired the dress before her, the gown seemed to sway on its own, as its fabric was made of fine silk. The sleeves began just below the shoulders, Rey liked how mobility was an advantage with this dress. It must have been the most simple one available and the woman before her obviously came prepared to approach with said gown.

"I think I like this one," Rey confirmed, smiling at the woman before her. The twin had returned, carrying delicate pieces or jewelry in her hands, each hand had a different metal base; silver and gold. She held the silver carefully to Rey's cheek, considering Rey's tan skin tone, then chose went with gold.

Rey complied with the dressing woman's gestural commands, lifting her arms high into the air, in order to slip the soft dress over her body. It slid onto her body as if it were made specifically for her, she had never felt such softness from clothing. She attempted to lift the fabric with her fingers, only to allow it to cascade off her fingertips like water. She couldn't help but smile at the sensation.

Her neck became adorned with a gold chain, white stones encrusted in between the links to which Rey could only assume were fine stones. Her hand was taken gently by one of the maidens, she had noticed how soft her hands were. She placed a gold bangle upon her wrist that rested comfortably, Rey looked upon the woman as she did this.

Rey wondered if they could talk at all. Were they merely instructed not to speak, or could they not speak in general? Were they born mute? Were their tongues removed by their masters, swearing a lifetime of secrecy and servitude? Any one of those scenarios would have been believable, but Rey had to be sure...

"Can you speak?" She asked the maid before her, their eyes quickly met, as her maiden froze while tying the silk belt around Rey's waist, "I know you can at least hear me," She continued. Waiting for a response. It seemed the other maid heard this response as well, as she ceased her task, holding a pair of golden slippers deftly in her hands.

"If that is what you wish, my lady." She replied, making Rey beam across her face.

"You can!" She cried, "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"'

"You never asked, my lady."

"Oh..." She whispered, feeling almost selfish, "I don't feel that it should be up to me if you both should speak or not... You should speak whenever you like."

A faint smile crept across the maids face as she finished tying the belt, the first smile Rey had seen all day, "Chambermaids are not allowed to speak unless asked to." Her voice sounded more solemn than Rey cared for, the smile faded away.

"How long have you been working for the First Order then?" Rey asked indiscreetly.

"We are not employed by the First Order," The woman before her replied, taking the golden slippers from the other figure.

"Then who's your 'employer?'"

"Commander Kylo Ren."

Rey shuddered at hearing his name, feeling a hand placed upon her arm, guiding her to a cushioned stool to sit. "Seems like a habit for him to take women from their homes to be his servants..." Nothing of that subject was replied, Rey supposed it was out of fear of speaking grimly of their employer. The slippers were placed gently on the floor before Rey's feet, they accented the jewelry around her neck.

"What's this all about then?" Rey felt compelled to ask as she slid the slippers on her feet, she was surprised just how well they fit.

"It is Commander Ren's order for you to be presented to him today."

Rey gulped, asking politely, "So you're here to make me presentable."

"If that is what you wish to call it, my lady," she answered, tying Rey's golden slippers upon her bare feet, "We are servants to our employers, and whoever they choose for us. As of today, our specific instructions include to present you to Commander Ren in proper attire. It's our profession," The chambermaid replied, sweeping the slippers carefully to remove any undesirable dust.

As Rey intently listened to this information, she hadn't even realized the other woman had already styled her hair to a liking she would prefer. Two symmetrical buns upon each other, their ties hidden away by wrapped braids, "Oh," She said to herself, "Thank you."

The maid bowed, stepping away from her work.

"We've finished, my lady." Her dressing chambermaid stated.

Rey turned herself and gazed into the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back into her eyes. "Oh my..." She gaped, swishing her dress and grinning at her appearance, feeling like a human female for the first time in her life.

"I can't believe-..." With that being said, the door behind her had closed tightly, and Rey was left alone.

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