She nervously tugged at the bracelet that hung on her wrist, anxiously waiting for the door to open, revealing her fate. She could movement behind the door, the doorknob beginning to twist. The door gently swung open,  and she froze. A few seconds were spent staring at who was to be her new master in shock, but she finally regained the ability to speak. "Sebastian... I don't- I don't understand." She stepped into the house, feeling rather dizzy. Thoughts ran rampant through her mind. Why her? Why was she here? What did he want from her? She felt her throat begin to burn, threatening tears.<br/><br/>She left the small suitcase in the hallway, turning her attention to him once more. He seemed slightly anxious in a way. She felt a lump in her throat as the followed him into the living room. She did as she was instructed, sitting down on the couch, remaining quiet the whole time. She gently smoothed out the material of the dress, keeping her eyes down. "No thank you." She shook her head in response to his question. She knew she probably wouldn't be able to keep anything down either.<br/><br/>Her eyes followed him as he made his way first to the large armchair and then to the kitchen. With nothing left to do but twiddle her thumbs and try to calm herspef, she took a glance around the room. It was comfortable, at least there was that. Questions still raced throughout her mind. What would her duties be? Where would she stay? Certainly not in his bedroom, she prayed. That brought up yet anothe rquestion. What would he require from her physically? Each question that arised only made her more nauseous.