This antique feather mattress is over a hundred years old, belonging to a civil war general who has his very own maiden to cater to his needs after a long day at battle. When he walks into the tent, she is there for only him. She will massage his shoulders and tend to his wounds. If he wants to run his fingers through her bright, blonde hair, or kiss her brown belly all the way down to her silky underwear, he can. She is his woman.