<b>RE: The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth, Reika Yukuzari|~|</b><br/><br/>Standing there on the stage was both boring and humiliating for Gracely. As the slaves before her were auctioned off one by one, they were pulled off the stage and brought to their new masters or mistresses. At many times, the bidding had gone to fast for the slaves to even get a glimpse as to who their new owners were. That is how it worked with  Gracely. No matter how hard she squinted against the blaring stage light, she could only make out the flash of a paddle high up in one of the class boxes. There was one puzzling thing she had gathered from it; someone relatively wealthy was bidding for her, and from the final price Gracely noted that they had wanted her greatly. Her skin crawled as she pondered the reasons why.<br/><br/>Pulled off of the stage by two armed escorts -one would think it would be a bit much for one small girl but history told the slavers it was best to be cautious with her as when she was first brought in she dealt quite the number on a few- Gracely was brought through the back of the auction house. Such a sad display that was; slaves crying, whining, whatever. It was quite the walk through the massive place, but at last, she was lead up the stairs and to the class box where her new owner sat. Gracely's brows lifted when she realized it was a woman; she had honestly not been expecting that. The door to the box closed after one of the men cast a weary look at Gracely who stood and studied her...mistress.<br/><br/>Pretty, yes. But still, Gracely's face did not only glare, she gave the woman a full out scowl directly. Unlike a properly trained slave, Gracely did not look down or to the side. She figured she had a goddamned right to look directly at the person who would be her fate now. Her small arms came up to fold over her chest. "Hello," she said flatly.