Re: The Idealist and The Tyrant (Aiden;Sakuro)
Outside of the window, Aiden would see humans in loose coats with quills and tablets and mamono in servitude. Harpies with magical collars carrying scroll messages of private conversations, and holstaurus made to pull wagons while their human masters shamelessly use their abilities as if that was merely what was expected of the creatures. Each mamono performing various labor had a collar each, and none seemed too happy to have one. They seemed happy not to be needed, mostly. Others seemed to look at their male owners with a distance glance of longing, as if still thinking romantic thoughts despite their treatment as a simple means to an end.
Suddenly, a knock would come to the door. On the other side, a female's voice resounded. "Room service, sir." she rang. There were sounds of clinking glass behind the door, as well as wheels rolling along the wood, apparently a cart of sorts. "Food and drink, for your pleasure," she continued, though it became apparent that she was knocking at another door, apparently trying to do her rounds and ask everyone if they were hungry or thirsty as they worked on formulas and diagrams for weaving.
Should Aiden open the door, he'd see on the other side was an elf dressed in a maid's outfit, complete with a headdress and collar around her neck. "one copper for a drink and five for a meal, sir." she's announce, showing off some basic food that doesn't go back when left to cool, including sandwiches and cheese, luxury items as it were, though cheese was on a separate tray, offered by the maid for an additional price.
Diligent as she was, she looked miserable. Her expression was sour and if the building burned down, it seemed as if she would be the number one suspect. Elves were a proud species, and reduced to doing such work was likely an extreme humiliation.