[Judas]

Christophe Molyneuz Blanchard

Christophe fiddled with his envelope as he began to walk, his eyes scanning the surrounding area, he was heavily impressed on the building so far...it was lavished...heavily at that. The hanging santeliers...the portraits...the marble flooring...this room itself most cost around over €2 million...probably around $1.8 million.

"Cet place...so...like...Château de Versailles...beautiful..." Christophe said to no-one in perticular as he walked, remembering his trip to the Versailles Palace (French Above), everything in that building was made for the building...and it is probably the same here as well. Well now he knew what styled his new master liked...lavished...expensive no doubt. As he began to leave the main room and enter the corridor Christophe ignored the other two for a few seconds as he took in his surroundings again. "Jest...Beautiful..." While he was in school he had learned to appreiate art in all it's forms.

Christophe soon made it in front of the door labelled 'Number 8' , he let in a deep breathe before he placed his hand on the door handle, he knew for a fact that since they were servents they would not have any luxiouries...or probably be allowed to have some that they already have. Pushing down the handle he saw the room, it was very simple, one bed, one window, and nothing on the walls...that's pretty much it. Going towards the bed he pulled over his suitcase and sat down, looking around slight, he felt as if he was in a jail cell slightly.

Looking around his so-called 'jail cell' he gave a slight sigh before he began to go to his suitcase and was about to open it when he heard a voice, he looked around and saw the small grey intercom box within the room. Christophe looked at it for a few seconds, his eyebrow raised before nodding slightly, he might as well chnage his clothes...for he will see his new master for the first time...time to look presentable!

Christophe began to unpack several pieces of clothing that he could wear but decided that he would only change his shirt. Taking off the white shirt he had to show his untouched torso he pulled on a blackish coloured shirt and a almost cotton black jacket that would move at the sight of any wind. He then fell back onto his bed, looking up at the empty ceiling.

After a couple of moments Christophe got up from the bed, relaxed himself slightly before he went to the door and opened it u[p, leaving his new bedroom he closed the door behind him and began to wander the hallways, getting very impressed on what was in the house...everal busts of different people, probably past owners of the house since they looked elderly. Soon he stopped in front of a window and looked out, the view...speecless Christophe was...he had always taken beauty and art as one and the same. Christophe held himself as he looked onto the beautiful view before beginning to walk again, still holding onto himself, he may become lost soon.