As the three of them entered the house proper, Lea felt a twist in her stomach, powerful enough to elicit a gasp of pain. When she opened her eyes. The house was restored to it's glory. The white marble polished, the oak trim complete and waxed, the doors intact, the scent of filth gone, instead replaced by lavender and sage.<br/><br/>She herself had changed, she was a decade younger or more, and rather than a stylish shirt, and jeans, she wore a modest maids dress from the previous century. She could feel the whalebone girdle constricting her waist and pushing her full breast up. The fabric was coarser than she was used to, stuffy an scratchy, covering her to her ankles, wrist, even her throat.<br/><br/><br/>The handsome PHD student she had been clinging to had changed into a butler or manservant. Clause. She would remember, gripping her upper arm roughly as he tugged her down the hallway against her will, and Jaime into the head housekeeper, guiding the pair of them down the hallway with a lit lantern.<br/>"The master wants to address your thieving personally." said Clause, harshly.<br/><br/><br/>In the present, the darkness hid the blank look in Lea's eyes from her companions, and unless they chose to investigate, they would only note that she seemed more quiet and meek than usual, following Spencer's lead silently.