She was starting to come around, he relaxed a bit. When she moved her hair and let the moonlight shine onto her face, he was honest with her.

"Princess, you have looked better. But its nothing a bit of makeup won't cover. If yous need a doctor for anything, you find me, I got a guy on call for that."

The bruising on her face wasn't bad, she was still a pretty girl, she would do fine with some makeup. He was more worried about her ribs, these fuckheads always liked to punch broads in the stomach and their sides. He had seen too many cracked ribs in his time here, if she had been here a bit longer, he'd ask to inspect her body, but she was too new. She wasn't ready yet. 

"I don't think i need one just yet, we'll see how i feel tomorrow i guess.."

she hated doctors and that was the last person she wanted to see right now. But he was right to better be safe than sorry. If she noticed anything she would have to do something about it.. But doctors tended to exaggerate and would probably force her to take some time off which was the last thing she wanted. She must have looked bad for her to admit it which kind of made her feel a bit worse. she was really hoping for a 'you look smashing, or a You look fit as a fiddle!' but that sort of reply was no where near the truth.. 

She winced a little slipping under the blankets and laid down folding her hands beneath her cheek. "thanks for checking on me i really am okay though , no need for doctors just yet. I'm gunna try and sleep .. after all big day tomorrow being sunday 'innit? I'll be perfect by mornin' i guarantee it..enjoy your night." 

Tommy nodded, he didn't blamer her for wanting her sleep. He stood up and made his way to the door, stopping to turn and face her again once he was in the doorway.

"Sweet Dreams Princess."

He closed the door behind him and made his way down to the bar, grabbing a cigar and sitting in his favorite spot. After he lit it, he took a long drag on it, and looked around. Another night in paradise, he thought to himself, rubbing the broken skin on his knuckles. Just another night, in paradise.

The sun was high in the air when amelia finally pried her eyes open. She had been trying to stay asleep for as long as possible, knowing that everyone else in the building would be sleeping at least past noon. She had gone to bed earlier than the rest and thus risen before them all. Which was fine really, she liked mornings , it just meant she was going to get tired early tonight, which also meant today was gunna be a coffee day...

She crawled out of the bed around 11 am, and was the first to dibs the bathroom. She stripped off her robe in front of the full length mirror and really sized herself up. Both sides of her hips had 4 noticeable bruises shaped like fingers, and the middle of her back was stiff and sore from holding her down with his elbow. She had a small bruise on her collarbone about the size of her thumb, and her right cheek bore a little red mark where she had been punched? She didn't exactly remember getting hit in the face, but there was a mark to prove that it clearly did happen. 

She pulled out the drawer under the sink and skimmed through it for a foundation or a powder. She tried her best to cover it up but you could still faintly see it under the layers of cream. Giving up she went out to search the wardrobe again to pick out something appropriate to wear. Did he remember their deal? Today she was supposed to be tommy's... he hadn't exactly brought it up to her but it did make her quite nervous.. what was she supposed to wear? What did he expect today's out come to be? 

She picked out a black collared dress. The upper half had short sleeves and the torso hugged her body tightly before it flared out at her hips ending just below her knees. She dug around the room trying to find her heels, only to discover that when he had pushed her last night one of the heels had broken off. Cursing under her breath she slipped on her flats instead, they would have to do until she could go shopping..Today was already off to a negative start, she just hoped it would improved as the hours passed - but she really had her doubts on that...

Boris heard her wake up and he waited patiently. He had been given specific instructions for her. She eventually came out of the bathroom and he beckoned her over, speaking quietly, as to not bother the other girls.

"Tommy requires you in the Pit."

He whispered to her, beckoning her forward, all the while looking her outfit up and down. He stopped eyeing her shoes, he scanned the rest of her outfit for continuity.

"Did he instruct you on this outfit? He has very specific things planned."

The pit?? what the fuck was the pit?? It didn't exactly sound like a place you wanted to be. She paused when boris commented on her outfit. She knew this wasn't going to be good enough. She sighed and pulled at the hem of the dress. 

"To be Honest with you boris no, i have no idea what i'm supposed to wear, no idea where we are going and quite frankly barely any of the clothes fits me here.. " she paced around her room nervously. It was a dress she could get away with wearing to a church so maybe it was just the wrong kind of formal..  plopping down on the bed she burried her head in her hands

"What am i supposed to do ? What does he want boris?" She stared up at him with helpless eyes, making her look almost childlike. Maybe what she was wearing was just too conservative.

Boris shrugged, he had known Tommy for a long time, but he had never really KNOWN Tommy. He couldn't say what the man would want, and he didn't even truly know why he wanted this girl at this time of the day, but it wasn't his business. 

"I don't know, Miss. That will be fine I am sure, If he doesn't like it, he will tell you."

He beckoned for her to follow him down to the pit.

Amelia started to feel warm and constricted in the dress. It was all wrong, too plain too... whatever it was that boris had seen wrong with it. She tried to calm herself, that last thing she needed was to be sweaty and gross right now. He lead her down a few halls and stopped outside of the door to what she assumed lead to the pit. He knocked three times and bowed his head walking away leaving her to wait in silence alone.

Tommy was asleep when he heard the heavy knocks on the metal door. He growled in frustration, that dame woke up too early for his tastes. He was in his long john pajamas, and he climbed out of his bed making his way across the room towards the stairs up. He climbed the flight of stairs, pulled the heavy latch and opened it. Amelia stood before him, obviously nervous. He beckoned her down the stairs, and waited for her to pass before he shut the heavy door and slid the latch back into place. He made his way back down there and decided that he had better start getting ready. He pointed over to a wardrobe by his bed.

"Get me out an outfit and have it ironed by the time im out of the shower. My shoes are in the footlocker at the end of the bed, get a matching pair out and shine them as well. Ill be about 20 min."

Satisfied he went into the bathroom, got undressed and got the shower running. He always took hot showers, and seeing as he had his own water heater for his shower, he could take long, relaxing showers.

"No problem." she smiled sweetly trying to be as polite as possible. This wasn't so bad, so far anyway. She opened his wardrobe and saw some of the finest garments she had ever laid her eyes on. She skimmed through and found something that would compliment what she was wearing also. At least they would look good together, even if her dress was all wrong.. 

She chose a Black suit with thin white pinstripes, a revere collared cream waistcoat with a silk backing, a black button down shirt, and a classy off white silk tie. Keeping with the colour scheme she then chose a pair of two toned shoes, black with a white pattern on the sides, and a pair of simple black socks. 

She laid each article on the bed, in the shape of a person, and piece by piece ironed it to perfection. She figured it would be best to start with the ironing, that way he could start dressing while she shined his shoes. She made his bed quickly, and as she finished ironing each piece she laid it out straight so they wouldn't wrinkle, she also did a little extra perfecting the creases in the pant legs. By the time he emerged, she was right on schedule, sat on the floor with her dress spread out around her shining his shoes.
 

He felt great. Nothing like a nice hot shower to wake a man up in the morning. He toweled himself off, once dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into the cool room. He looked at her as he walked over to the bed, she had a nice outfit picked out, it was well ironed, and the shoes shined. Good girl. He threw his towel into a hamper nearby, and began to dress himself, not bothering to cover himself up in front of her, or even acknowledge her yet. As he finished tying his shoes, he prepared to tie his tie, when he paused. 

"Amelia, do you know how to tie a tie? I prefer an eldredge knot or a windsor."

Tommy chuckled at her, which of the two she learned. There were far more then two knot styles, but he'd let her do whatever one she knew, if it was terrible he would simply retie it. 
"There are probably about 100 styles of knots, but we will see what yous know."
He sat himself down on the bed so that she could reach his neck, she had better be goddamn gentle, he wasn't trying to be choked by a tie. He found it entertaining that she had color coordinated his clothing with hers, leave it to a woman. 

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She watched him toss the towel and contemplated if she dared take a peak. She figured to be respectful, she refrain and instead focused extra hard on the shoe in her hand until it had an immaculate shine. She perked up when she heard her name and turned to face him. 

"Um well i know how to tie a tie.. but i didn't know there were multiple different types of knots.. i dont actually know which of the two i've learned .. but I can try?"

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Tommy chuckled at her, which of the two she learned. There were far more then two knot styles, but he'd let her do whatever one she knew, if it was terrible he would simply retie it. 
"There are probably about 100 styles of knots, but we will see what yous know."
He sat himself down on the bed so that she could reach his neck, she had better be goddamn gentle, he wasn't trying to be choked by a tie. He found it entertaining that she had color coordinated his clothing with hers, leave it to a woman. 

She stood in front of him between his thighs and draped the tight around his neck. Her hands were small, and shook nervously but still remained as gentle as a child's touch. She recounted the steps whispering them softly to herself. Small end over the wide end to the left,Under the wide end and to the right,Up to the center, towards neck loop,Through the neck loop and to the left, cross over to the front, this way.. Then up into the neck loop from under here.. Down to the left and around the back to here.." she kept this part a little loose knowing she would eventually need it, Bring it across the front towards the left and through the loop she made in the previous step. "Pull the small end towards the left to tighten...." 5 more steps and she had finished lining the center of the wide end up with his belt buckle. 

"There. Done, my old owner used to wear it this way.. had to do it every night before a show." 

He waited patiently while she tied the tie, he could smell her perfume. That cheap shit. If she was going to be this close to him, he would need to get her something he could actually enjoy the smell of. She was hardly fast at tying a tie, but she seemed to at least know whats she was doing. She finished and she spoke of an old owner.

"Your old owner? Just so me and yous is clear. I don't own you, I could, but thats not the way I do shit. Freedom breeds loyalty, take care of your people and they will love you, fuck em over, and one day they will kill you."

She had tied an eldredge. No shit he thought, her old owner had taste. He went to his nightstand and strapped on his gun and holster, then he followed that with slipping his coat on, he headed towards the stairs and stopped.
"Lets go princess. We gotsa fetch your uniform."
He beckoned her forward and began to climb the stairs.

She chuckled at those words. 'or one day they will kill you.' truer words were never spoken, at least when it came to her life. She tried to force the images out of her head, of her previous master, ignore the feeling of the screwdriver sliding into the side of his neck and the nightmares that had ensued because of it.

"Ya it does go something like that doesn't it... "

She smiled weakly and released his Tie so he could walk away. Obediently she followed, what uniform? None of the other girls had a uniform.. they just war whatever was clean in the closet.. why would she need a uniform? She vowed to herself yesterday morning that she would keep her mouth shut until spoken to and so that is what she would do, instead of questioning him she just folded her arms behind her back and followed him up the stairs. 

"Okay boss." 

She was behaving exceptionally well, he liked that. He had not made any of the other girls do anything like this before, and so he had no idea what to expect. But Tommy was a man who respected the art of deal making. If she was willing to do this every Sunday in order to secure an extra 10% of profits, then so be it, but he would stick to the deal until she decided she no longer wanted any part of it. He reached the top of the stairs and pulled the heavy latch over, then he pushed it open, leading her out. He removed a set of keys from his pocket and locked it behind them. Nodding over to Johnny, he walked out the door with an obedient Amelia in tow. 

They walked next door to the Tailors shop, he opened the door and boomed out.

"MARTIN! How yous doin, you old dog."

These two were clearly friends. This was the only tailor that Tommy would use, he was also the man who had originally told Tommy about the building for sale that he now had shop set up in. They went back and forth for a good 10 minutes before Tommy filled him in on their purpose. He wanted to purchase a maid outfit for Amelia, he had the tailor size her up, and after chatting about the details, Tommy and Amelia left. Once outside he asked.

"Did you hear me discuss your uniform with Martin? If so, what are your thoughts princess?"

She stood in silence letting the men talk. It wasn't her place to interrupt or introduce herself, doing so would probably just piss Tommy off. She stood with arms outstretched as he took her measurements. She had to admit, she felt kinda fancy being inside a tailors shop. She never really had anything that was ever custom made for her, maid outfit or otherwise. 

They walked back outside and she had a look around noticing there was a cobbler just across the street. She had brought a little bit of money with her and was really hoping to replace the shoes that had broken the night before. 

"Honestly, I think it's an upgrade. Whore to Maid is something i could get behind - even if it's just on Sundays.." 

she walked behind him quietly for a moment before clearing her throat to speak. She opened her mouth and immediately closed it. No, shouldn't wouldn't ask about getting the shoes now, she was on his time right now and he probably didn't want to spend much of it waiting around a shoe store, instead it would give her an excuse to leave the brother some other day.

He smiled at her comment, she wasn't his maid, the maid outfit would suit her well, but it wouldn't be traditional. But she had a point, the other girls would be fucking tonight, whereas she got to follow him around and help him do whatever it was he needed at the time. He had listened and began to walk back to the office when she opened her mouth and shut it again. She wanted to speak.

"When it is just me and you princess, yous can speak freely, so long as its got a purpose."

He patiently waited for her to say what she wanted to say.

She did it again, open and closed trying to muster the gumption to speak. Her inner monologue was cursing her out for being such a push over. Old amelia would usually not give a shit about what she said, she'd just speak what was on her mind and this tip toeing bullshit was really getting on her nerves, but right now it was the only way to could feel comfortable.. She knew she had to speak or that would be something that would piss him off too. 

"It's just, last night.. he broke my heels, I only had the one really nice pair and now i have nothing. It's fine though, i'm with you tonight and i'll have time to buy a pair tomorrow before my shift starts so that will do."