The girl found herself being quickly ushered to the dining hall. All the while, she gawked at the kind of architecture she had never seen the likes of before. It was all so different from the wooden homes she had known prior to her kidnapping. Everything was so nice to look at, she continued to crane her neck as they pulled her through the vast expanse of hallways.<br/><br/>She soon found herself in a high-ceilinged room, complete with a shimmering chandelier and a long mahogany dining table, already set for one. And the one already in his place at the end of the table, her new master. She felt skittish again, holding her hands in front of her respectfully, as well as nervously, and tried to suppress the gurgling her empty stomach was making at the scent of the food that was being brought in. None of the servants would allow her to so much as touch a fork, which concerned her. But, after all, her master considered her an 'it' and thought of her as a filthy creature.<br/><br/>It took a moment to realize that the master was talking to her. She lifted her head, looking around behind her when he stared straight at her, wondering if he was asking the question to another servant. But no, he was asking her. She ducked her head a little, just enough to avoid eye contact, and pondered the question. How was she to answer without sounding like a complete fool?<br/><br/>"Uh.... I... they- the servants- put it on me.... it's a nice dress....." She fidgeted with the front of the gown being wrung in her hands, she was already sounding stupid, "I guess they put it on me because my other dress was in such poor condition..."