Lady May’
Lady May Lady May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled black silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her exertions. Her long blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette. “Carson!” she cried, “My cigarettes!” Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome guests or serve his employers with equal facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small pack of her Ladyship’s cigarettes from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor. He knocked the door, paused, and entered. “Madam!” he answered as he entered the room. “Ciggies Carson, ciggies.” Lady May demanded. “Ciggies Madam,” Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, “Though not your favoured ones I …