Hilda stepped out into the main living room. The chamber served as sort of a hub for the floor she was on; nine doors were arranged around the room. Aside from Eros' bedroom, she knew that two of the doors lead to the dinning room and bathroom; leaving the other six a mystery to her. As far a furnishings went, the living room was opulence incarnate. Soft leather couches and easy chairs, as well as gilded tables, were arranged around a large central brazier that could be lit for warmth, and for light when it got dark. During the day, the room was lit by a large domed window in the ceiling; confirming her suspicions that she was on the top floor of the ziggurat. Four thick pillars helped support the ceiling, and potted plants lent a feeling of life to the chamber.
As she was taking in the scene that she had only gotten a passing glance at the night before, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. On the floor, on her hands and knees, has a young human woman with long red hair pulled into a ponytail. A bucket of water sat beside her, and she had a wet cloth gripped in her hand that she was using to clean and polish one of the tables. The only clothing she wore was the same plain white dress that most female slaves were given. Given her position on her hands and knees, said dress was riding pretty high, and letting the under-curve of her ass peek out. As she had her back to Hilda, she hadn't noticed her enter the chamber.
