She had lost Mr. Happy and she wasn't about to go asking Mildred about it either. She was forced out of their before being able to use the memory spell on her to make her forget. A dildo or vibrator wasn't contraband but getting a replacement out here was hard. Thus she was working on Otis.

She was sanding a 9” wooden dildo that she had crafted and had been here at a game to scoop out her next target once the toy had been complete of course which brought her to this soccer came. She hated being here among so many commoners, pathetic.

“Yeah! Rose!”

The fans erupted into a roar as a green haired girl fired a shot in the final moments that got past the goalie to break a 2-2 tie as the final moments ticked away.

Rose? Rosalie?

She glanced out, yeah she heard the girl had green hair, that despite her station she was on good terms with the commoners for whatever reason. She was … odd to say the least. Still she hung around seeing that she was here to speak with the girl.

This team was putting up a tougher front than expected. To be tied with Rosalie's team, they had to have been practicing hard up till now. Rosalie runs towards the home stretch as the ball is passed to her. The goalie stands ready to block the shot. Taking aim, Rosalie kicks the ball at the goal. The goalie dives for it it misses by less than an inch. The clock runs out, leaving Rosalie's team with the winning score. Everyone on her team crowds together cheering and celebrating. They only had one more game before they were school champions.

Inside the locker room, the girls shower and change clothes, still talking about how close the match was. Rosalie was taking her time and soon she was all alone in the locker room as she steps out of the shower.

She had waited. If this was a commoner Etolie would have already been beyond annoyed. Still as the lesser students exited the locker room one by one or in small groups her patience was running low and she enters the locker room calling out as she went, not yet realizing that they were alone here at least for the time being.

“Rose? You still in here?”

As Rosalie unwraps her towel from her body, she hears the unfamiliar voice calling to her. She brings the towel back around her body and goes towards the entrance soon spotting Etolie. "I'm over here. If you need to talk to me, follow me." She then returns to her locker and removes the towel again, clearly not embarrassed about showing her body. They were both girls after all, so she saw no problem with it.

She follows. Though as Rosalie disrobes Etolie takes a good look at her. She was a switch hitter after all and if Rosalie was just going to present herself she was going to look of course.

“Nice shot out there, but how could a commoner hope to match your skill?”

She sat on the bench beside her. “It's a waste though. Such skill displayed for the common rabble, don't you feel you deserve a bigger stage?”

"A person's social class doesn't affect their ability to play soccer. It's all about being dedicated to improving your skills." Rosalie answers as she starts to rub some lotion on her arms. "Almost half the players on my team weren't very good at first, but I could see they were determined to get better, so I personally trained them. Now we're going to be in the finals."

"The only thing that really separates us from the lower class is money. So we aren't actually better than they are, we just live better. We can still get sick or hurt, so we're not exactly goddesses or anything like that." Rosalie then stands raising one leg on the bench and spreading lotion on it.

She considers that. Just some people are born better but they weren't about to change their view points. Whatever, if that is what you believe.

“No, we are not Goddess but we might as well be. Look at who runs the world. Each country it is not the pour though some countries pretend that they are a republic and that all things are equal but it's not. If Joe some comes off the street for health care he's going to get a different experience from you or I. The few have lead the many but it's a moot point. I just thought that it was rather interesting.

“So, the finals. I don't watch many games. In fact this was my first so who's left?”

"The only lower class people I've ever truly despised are those that never have and never will work a day in their lives. They use welfare to leech off both classes throughout their existence, expecting handouts for nothing. You have to admit, they are truly the lowest of the low." Rosalie said as she finishes with the lotion then wipes off the excess from her hands before sliding on her panties.

"The final match will be with the Dire Wolves. They were last year's champions, so you know they won't be holding anything back. My team will have to practice like there's no tomorrow if we want to have a chance."

“We can agree on that. Those sorts are fairly worthless. I mean the others are at least somewhat useful from time to time. I trust them to do those sorts of mundane things for me. Why even now life is a chore without the servants to take care of most things.”

She sighs. Then considers. “The Dire Wolves … they sound vicious but I'm willing to bet that last year you weren't on the roster either. So, other than soccer what do you do for fun, Rose?”

"Well I like to jog, mostly on trails surrounded by nature. And I do enjoy reading, particularly drama, or a good murder mystery if I come across one." Rosalie then goes to put on her bra, but feels something snap behind her. She finds one of the straps has broken. "Perfect...the one time I didn't bring a backup..." There was no time for her to run back to her room for a replacement either, so she simply pulls her shirt on without the bra.

“Hm. You look to be a very active girl. I don't suppose you're much into sight seeing.” She eyes Rosalie as she pulls her shirt on. Yeah, she could tell the girl wasn't wearing a bra but that was so thrilling. It was a short distance to the dorms but she might get a better look if she were to convince the other girl …

“There's a commoner here.” She thinks. “Rhymes with Cola, ah yes Nola, a simple memory trick. Anyway, I'm thinking of making her my servant to take care of all those things I can't be bothered with, I haven't decided. But she did show me a rather splendid view on a cliff over looking the ocean if you're into that sort of thing.

“Anyway, Rose, did you have a boyfriend before coming here?”

"A boyfriend? I haven't actually met a boy face to face yet. My uh, family has this weird tradition. All girls born in the family are not to see any men until they come of age for marriage, usually around 21. I really don't like it, but my parents refuse to let me break their insane tradition, which is why I'm at this school." She explains as she picks up her books. "The cliff sounds nice, but why do you want to make this Nola person your servant?"

This struck her as very unusual.

But as her attention shifts to Nola she shrugs a little. “I was merely considering it. There's a lot I need done and my regular servants couldn't make the trip. No noble will reduce themselves in doing it though I'm still at a loss as to it...

She escorts Rose, occasionally sneaking a look at her chest until they are in the forest and soon on a cliff looking out upon the ocean.