"Emi, remember the little comment the maid said about Mrs Beecham enjoying us?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, that was kinda weird. What did she mean?"
"Well, I wasn't sure at first, but now I think I know. Look over there by the flower arrangement on the left."
Emi moved so she could look out the window in the direction Angel was pointing. It was kind of dark but she could make out the figure of the young maid that led them in. She was standing between 2 of the old ladies holding a tray with glasses of champagne. As Emi looked closer, she realized that one of the old ladies had her hand under the girl's skirt and was clearly massaging her rear end. The girl wasn't protesting at all. In fact, something about her posture and her slight movements seemed to indicate she was enjoying it.
