You clutched the empty wine glass in your hand as once again the obnoxious laughter of rich snobs rang through the enormous room.
As you were pretty much broke, you had to crawl to France for a job as a servant, no matter how hard you didn't want to. Your pride was pretty much the only thing you had.
You walked over to the table where the trays and appetizers were for the servers to, well, serve, the people. France's infamous perverted laugh echoed through the room and you let out a sigh as you loaded more food onto the silver platter.
This place never made you feel at home, but tonight, with all the people in here, you felt a hundred times worse.
Glancing over to where your 'master' was, you saw crowds of women surrounding him. You gaze grew angry as you noticed half of them were wearing skimpy dresses and push-ups, obviously trying to get the Frenchman's attention.
You couldn't believe that those woman would just throw themselves at France like that. You know you never would.