"You should sleep with the young master and get into his good graces."
"What nonsense are you saying, Tabitha! That's very scandalous."
"He doesn't even need to love you, if you manage to just do it once and do it with a fertility charm—"
A couple of laughs emerged within the servant's quarters of the Lord Crowel's Manor. There weren't a lot of visitors that came around the Lord's place due to his seclusion and thus most, if not all, of the servants were willing to have a few missed spots here and there in lieu of a break.
This may have been isolation to the Lord Crowel himself, but it was a paradise for people working there.
Not a lot of people to look after for, and with a lot of the rooms unoccupied and even gathering dust and cobwebs… the appearance of the Crowel House was still prestigious and even proper when facing outsiders, but akin to a shiny piece of coin—there was still some dirt within it.