An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Seven
Meanwhile, both Cecil and Faustine were staring at the lavish décor in the Guest Dining Room at Chateau Roissy when they were approached by two women dressed in 18th century looking dresses – tight at the waist and very full below. A keen eye would also notice that the dresses were very low cut, so much so that the breasts would be entirely visible if it were not for a sort of lace that was attached above to a collar and below to the corset like part of the dress just below breast level. Both women appeared Asian, and both were slight and neither was very tall- one barely 1.4 meters.
The taller of the two women approached and said, “I Quy,” then nodding to her companion who was smaller she said, “Dis Binh. We your waitress today. You want some wine for start?”
Binh and Quy were somewhat of an anomaly at Roissy in that they were considered ‘free’ prostitutes but were not of European descent – at least not completely. None of the other slaves were sure how they ended up at Roissy and asking them usually ended up in conflicting stories that changed from telling to telling. Many of the valets and other slaves got them confused with each other. “We all look same to Europeans,” said Binh. Pierre, the senior valet, often got them confused and thought they might be twins or at least sisters.
But they were cousins instead. Binh’s great grandfather and mother had come to Paris when Dien Binh Phu fell to the communists in the 1950’s. Quy’s parents came a generation later. But despite living in France for decades the families never mastered the French language. This Masters and slaves alike had trouble understanding their heavily accented French.
But surprisingly old enough Cyril could tell them apart. While both girls were quite short with dark eyes and jet black hair, Quy was slightly larger and had some curves to her body. However, Binh was very flat chested. Both girls had dark brown nipples that stood straight out and very sparse pubic hair. In Roissy dresses they resemble children playing ‘dress up.,’ Perhaps because of this they were seldom chosen by a Master or guest for sex or abuse but were assigned to service duties.
Faustine was startled by the sudden appearance of Quy and Binh, especially by their dress. She started to say something, but before she could, Cyril said, “Yes. A bottle of your finest sauvignon blanc and three glasses.”
Hearing this, both Binh and Quy scurried off to fetch the wine. Then Faustine turned to Cyril and said, “Their dresses were certainly interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it in any restaurants Cecil has taken me previously.”
Old Cyril smiled and said, “I’m sure there is much about Chateau Roissy that you have never seen before…”
Before he could continue, Faustine, who had been looking around the dining room, interrupted and said, “Oh Cecil, look over there at that table. That girl goes to school with me. We even had a class together. Her name is Anais.”
