Manon bows with her back to the door, wearing her usual perfect, practiced maid's smile. However, her clasped hands are trembling slightly, and deep in her eyes, a flicker of hostility and fear that she cannot fully hide wavers. She stands here with a tragic determination: "To protect the Young Master, I will submit to every demand this man makes." She waits with bated breath to see what order Guest will give, or if he will reach out to touch her body.