The red-headed female let out a soft, pleasurable moan as the dirt caked to her skin floated off of her. She hardly had to scrub at all. The warm water encasing her body did most of the work, all she had to do was run her hand along her arms and legs to wash her body.

Sebastian had tried to return to his daily tasks, but the thought of that little woman up in his bedroom clouded his thoughts. It wasn't love, naturally, as a simple human might think. Being what he is, he cannot love nor feel any similar human emotion. It was just that she was something he's never seen before, and he's most certainly curious about the strange little creature.

After he manages to make dinner and fetch the Young Master, without explaining to him he hurries back up to his bedroom and stands outside the wooden door. He remains there, brows furrowed. How should he approach this? The tiny being is very timid and would be frightened. Raising a gloved hand, he takes a gloved hand and raps lightly on the wood. "Are you finished in there?"

Kadence let out a light squeal and sunk down into the water when she heard the deep voice outside the door. Easily recognizable as the butler, she wasn't sure if he was going to come in while she was still in the bath. "H-Hold on, please! I have to get dried off and d-dressed!"

Quickly she tried to get out of the bowl, her hands slipping along the rim as she flung herself out. Landing on her back, she scrambled to grab the rag she was given and wrapped it tightly around her body. "I-I've got the rag on, so at least I-I'm covered! B-But I'd prefer you to-" She squealed again as the door opened before she could finish and wrapped the cloth tighter around her.

Sebastian entered the room without hesitation, eyeing the small female then looked at the teal gown that was still laying out near her. "Will you need help with the corset? It may be difficult, but nothing an exemplar butler like myself cannot handle. But then we will have to discuss your punishment for being a thief."

"I-I'm not a thief! I-I'm a Borrower, I-I only take what I..." She trailed off and whimpered quietly under the firm gaze of the tall man, her heart pounding against her ribs. His eyes were so cold. So emotionless.

"You take, yes. Without permission. You call yourself a Borrower but I assume you do not return anything you take?" Sebastian spoke in a calm, but matter-of-fact tone.

Kadence frowned but did not respond to him. Instead, she lowered her head and reached an arm through the rag, pulling the dress closer. Maybe he was right. She never did return anything she used. And normally Borrower's never did. "I'll take care of the dress myself." She said quietly, swallowing what felt like a large piece of rock stuck in her throat.

She stared at the butler as he left, her emerald colored orbs suddenly brimming with frightened tears. What sort of punishment would he give? And with such cold eyes, he looked like he could do anything and feel no remorse whatsoever.

As hot tears dripped onto the desk under her feet, she pulls on the teal gown and struggles with lacing the back. But she manages. Never before has she had such a fancy, complex dress. And it practically cut off her airwaves. However, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror across the room. Her eyes widened, as she could barely recognize herself. Her hair was so clean, and the dress showed off her semi-attractive curves.

Taking a moment to think, she pulled her hair back into a wavy ponytail, as her hair would never be straight. Pushing her bangs off to the right side, she wondered if this is how normal women in the age felt, worrying about their hair or the way they looked. But the way she looked, she liked it. For the first time in quite a while, she feels pretty. "I...I'm ready sir." She called out, forcing herself to look away from the mirror and back to the door, fiddling with the white fur around her wrists that was connected to the dress.

Sebastian stepped into the room and his eyes locked onto the small woman and he took a moment to observe her. Her hair and eyes reminded him of someone. But he could not quite place it. All he knew was that whoever it was made his insides churn in disgust. "I do not believe a simple butler is fit to give out punishments. So I will not."

Kadence's heart lifted in relief and she turned to look at the tall butler. A small smile began to spread across her face. "R-Really?"

"Yes. But, the Young Master should do it. So I will take you to him and he will decide." Sebastian's thin lips curled into a smirk, and he could see her already pale skin lose any color it had left.

Her heart that had begun rising now dropped into her stomach, and before she could even say anything, his gloved hand came down over her and grabbed her in a loosely closed fist. "B-But-" She stuttered, trying to calm her shifting insides. She felt like she was going to be sick. Ciel. Earl Phantomhive. The one she wants to meet the absolute least. And now she was being forced to meet him.