The female valet, a girl with some middle eastern blood in her, came in with a cart full of lunch. "Wrong language miss," the valet, whose name was Sarah, said wryly in English. She was doing a good job of ignoring the contents of the cart she had brought which included a wine bottle filled with pig's blood, a tub of ice cream and a raw steak. Sarah was very glad of the large bonus she was getting in exchange for having to deal with this woman.
"Thank ye kindly." Carmilla sat up and picked up the raw main course. "By the way, how did you guys fix the tower?" Carmilla asked between bites of the bloody steak that she was digging into.
"It never broke, what made you think it did?" asked Sarah, watching in factination as the steak was quickly consumed.
"I saw it on tv, nanoweapons right?" Camilla washed down the steak with a swig of blood and then dove into the ice cream head first.
"That Mesdemoiselles was a movie based off of a toyline." She handed Carmilla a napkin, "Perhaps you would like to see the tower?"
"Only if you come with me," Carmilla said, throwing off her blanket which landed on Sarah's head. By the time the valet got the blanket off her head Carmilla was already fully dressed with a black dress, red leather jacket and black stetson on her head, somehow she made this combination work. She grabbed Sarah by the collar, lifted her over her shoulder and jumped out the window into the street three stories bellow. Carmilla put the girl down and lead her by the hand towards the Eiffel Tower, seemingly unware of the stream of French expletives from her companion. It was a short walk from her expensive hotel to the famed landmark, and it certainly deserved its fame with its black metal work contrasting beautifully with the setting sun. Carmilla admired it while her valet worked on getting her short black hair into something less windswept.