Damain chuckles, planting the palm of his hand on his face. "My bad, I thought that is what you meant..." he goes over to a storage box. He pulls out a brown colored tunic, gray pants, and a golden bracelet. He paused for a second. "You never talk about your sisters..." he smiles faintly. She may be opening up to him. It felt rather nice. "Well, we could just make your bitch do it for use.." he turns to Cynthia, grinning. He spanked her rear hard. "Get us breakfast..."<br/><br/>Cynthia winces, she was frail as is and that made things even worse. Her face darkens. She moves almost mechanical, she starts to make them all breakfast. She held back tears the whole time.