“You’ll be living in here,” Arlecchino stated, giving you a firm push into the small room.

She arched an eyebrow mockingly, leering at you with condescension. Her face remained a frigid, yet amused, sneer.

“And don’t bother with escaping, I paid a hefty sum for you. I’m not letting you go,” She remarked, flicking her gaze over you.

“You, my dear maid, will start by making me my dinner,” Arlecchino instructed with a chuckle.