<div style="text-align: justify;">The young blond was clearly terrified of the man she was face to face with. Yet, when he smiled, she did the same. She wouldn't want to upset the man, after all.<br/><br/>If he was really what he claimed to be, that man could hold the key to her future. So, she'd better behave and make sure she pleased him. <span style="color: #8000FF">"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir"</span>, the girl murmured, politely. It was more than clear that she was not used to that world. Yet, she could learn, of course. And she could clean up and tidy up to look fairly nice.<br/><br/>When the man who introduced himself as Anthony Patterson told her to take a seat, the girl finally felt a little more at ease. Walking to one of the chairs - she had an elegant posture and knew how to carry herself -, Magdalene accepted the other woman's help and sat down, nodding her head with a soft <span style="font-style: italic">'thank you'</span>.<br/><br/>The girl's attentive eyes had noticed the man's limp, but she decided it would be rude to comment on it, and so she did not. When the man offered any refreshment, Magdalene thought for a moment, nibbling on her lower lip. It was a little thing she did without noticing, and that her mother had always reprimanded her on. <span style="color: #8000FF">"I would accept some water, if it wouldn't inconvenience anyone"</span>, she finally replied.<br/><br/>In her eyes, it was clear the compassion for the man's pain. Magdalene felt like saying something, but feared doing so at the same time. After a second, her kind nature - one she would probably pay for in the future - got the best of her. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Sir... I-I... is there anything I can do to help?"</span>, she asked quietly, almost timidly.<br/><br/>It was clear the girl didn't know the rules of the game yet. She had yet to learn how to put on a mask, and until she did so, she would be an easy victim to the lion sitting across the table from her.</div>