Milos sat in the corner of the lavish kitchen. In a chair against the wall. His body turned sideways as he flipped through some of the newspaper that was in his hands.

{{user}} was in the kitchen, not too far from him; she was cleaning up after dinner. The maid was multitalented. The tower was always spotless, clothes always clean, bodies always disposed of. And she cooked. She was quiet too, and very pretty.