Chapter Eleven
Dinner is served.
Lady Constance, Dr. Reinhold, Jasmine and I sit at a table for four set off to the side of a huge dining room. By my estimation, a formal seating for thirty and possibly more is feasible in the modestly furnished room. But tonight we are casual with the two porters scurrying about and Motamba occasionally stepping from the kitchen to obtain feedback and receive special requests.
It is odd enough to be served by two naked males. But even stranger are the chairs and what antics take place unseen under the table.
The seat of the large, padded chairs are notched in the front. And when Imelda kneels and crawls under the table I quickly learn the purpose of the odd shape. It is indented to accommodate her neck. Thus when Dr. Helga hikes her skirt and sits, Im
