I heard muffled sounds, some moaning and worst; a hand grabbing my wrist. I shrieked and the hand
disappeared again. I pushed myself against the door.
"Please, Master of Art, let me out, let me out!"
No answer came. He wasn't upstairs probably. Or had decided to ignore me. The muffled sounds grew louder.
"you are a 'femme'?"
A voice in the darkness. I couldn't see him, but I could tell how close he was.
"Yes. Yes I am."
I didn't know what the voice wanted. I guess he was just curious, because he didn't touched me again. Probably he, like the Master of Art, only likes men.
"And what is a 'femme' doing in 'La Maison de Grande Maistre'?"
"I wanted to meet the Master of Art.."
"Ah, you thought.."
"Yes, I thought that I could do that by disguising!"
Although I couldn't see him, I knew he was smiling. More sounds came, some of them closer than others. I shivered. It sounded terrifying.
"What are those sounds?"
"Those were the muses of the Grande Maistre. His