Without putting down the glasses Miss Pearl said, “Pauli, would you please come over here.” I stepped to the end of the couch. “I would like you to massage my feet; they are so very tired from the day’s exertions.”  I knelt down beside the couch and took her right foot in my hands. Supporting the heel in my right hand, I began to rub along her outstep firmly with my thumb. Rolling my thumb along her foot, heat was being created from the friction with the lace.

“I don’t think that will do,” Miss Pearl muttered. “I believe you will find some oils within the cabinet that will suffice.”

I went to the cabinet and opened the door. Inside there was a selection of items, not ones usually found in an opera house. The oils were in the front. I chose peppermint oil and carried it back to the couch. I was about to apply the oil to my hands when Miss Pearl coughed. I looked up at her; she was still looking across at the Prince. Looking across myself I could see the Prince and his wife both looking through opera glasses in our direction. A lady-in-waiting was bent forward between them, listening to the Prince’s wife.

“It would ruin my garments to have them soaked in oil, Pauli, please attend to their removal.”

I snatched my head back to Miss Pearl; she was still looking at the Prince while her finger was stroking her areola. I couldn’t believe that I had heard her correctly; I knelt there frozen, wondering what I should say.

Still without looking away from the Prince and now having teased her nipple out above the top of her dress, she was slowly pushing it from side to side. “I imagine that when you took your leave of me earlier that you asked who I was. And that you should cater for all my needs. Is that not correct Pauli?”

“Is that not correct Pauli?” She turned her head to look straight at me, her thumb and forefinger squeezing her erect nipple.

“Well attend to your duties.” She turned back to look at the Prince. I glanced at the Prince’s box to see both occupants leaning forward staring through their opera glasses. Each of them was holding their glasses in one hand while the other was angled to the others’ lap. I turned back to Miss Pearl’s legs and with a slight hesitancy lifted her skirts up her calf and slipped my hands up her right leg.

Slowly, sliding my fingertips up the sides of her thighs, gently rubbing along the lace, I felt the hem of her stocking and her bare flesh above them. I heard a quiet murmur escape her lips as my fingers moved round to the back of her leg and untied the bow. I then repeated the action on the front of her thigh and rolled the stocking down. I placed the stocking on the arm of the couch and began to run my