Her eyes lifted to the festivities. It was overwhelming to see, especially something so... vulgar, in public. Though she knew next to nothing of intimate affairs, she knew it wasn't typically so open - at least, not where she was from. Their sounds clouded her ears until the voice of the crowned man broke her distraction. His silver cup gleamed in the light, radiating into these stone walls, catching the transparent tone of her eyes. She stepped back with her arms crossed, each lengthy hand holding the opposing elbow defensively. His games were confusing to her. Why didn't he just give the man the pouch, and why was the man making such a fuss over it? It was clear this place was going to be something entirely different than the life she knew.<br/>She followed him quietly, but not before pausing in a gasp of annoyance. She mouthed the word 'slave' in his direction, utterly appalled and dismayed, but all that croaked from her throat was dust. She hadn't said a word since her deafening screams while being whisked away from her home. She hadn't noticed her voice had gone, not to mention the dust and dirt had not helped.<br/>Her elegant hands reached up and clasped her own throat lightly, eager to call out in disapproval when they approached two more servants. One was a little older. Not by much, but certainly by a few years at least, while the other was youthful like herself. They were dressed similarly to her, though cleaner and more styled. Their collars matched, draping long tan fabric from their neck in two strips, clearly to cover their breasts, while an excess bit that would fall to the floor wrapped and bound at their hips, shades of red peeking out here and there - possibly symbolizing who they belong to?<br/>A bath sounded nice, but not before she was determined to state her point. As she was sure he was walking away, she stepped after him, one of the young ladies hands gripping her shoulder to stop her.<br/>"You would do well to know your place around here." she said calmly.<br/>The new girl furrowed her brow and opened her mouth emitting nothing but a light plume of dust and a few coughs. The ladies chuckled, filling a small cup of water and handing it to her.<br/>"Perhaps you already have. Seems you've learned to art of holding your tongue. Here." she chuckled handing her the cup.<br/>The young girl looked into the plain ceramic cup and back to the servant girls. Her brow remained furrowed as she placed her nose by the rim before taking a small sip. After a moment, a subtle gulp heaved down her throat, dripping a bit off the side. Though it was desperately needed, she withheld her heavy breaths.<br/>"That man called me a slave. I am no one's slave, I am not the property of some-"<br/>"You are now." the first maiden said, taking the girl's wrist from the air, "Whatever you had before is gone now and you will need to learn to adapt to the way things happen here if you want to survive."<br/>The young girl's brow furrowed once more. There was nothing left for her to return to, even if she was to escape or make it back some how. But this couldn't be her life. From everything she had read and seen, slaves were people whipped and beaten and killed for petty injustices. They were base creatures that worked in mines and bend over for people dressed like those she had seen celebrating before. How could something like have happened so quickly? She was lost in thought, looking intently at the bath carved into the floor, a step down from where she stood. It was a cavern in that place, lit only by candles along the wall and the reflection of shimmering water. It was crisp and clear, barely moving and untouched, just a foot or so around each edge for walking.<br/>"What is your name." The servant girl asked kindly.<br/>"Kaiana..." she bagan, "My name is Kaiana."<br/>"What kind of name is that?" They laughed.<br/>"It's my name." she snapped.<br/>"Alright, alright, calm down. It's rather unusual in these lands." she smiled, "I am Malayna. This is Patra. Now come, we need to get you bathed as the master commanded."<br/>Malayna reached for the rope with a swift motion, pulling up her rags, Kaiana quick to respond with resistance.<br/>"What are you doing?" she cried.<br/>"We have to undress you to get you clean you silly girl."<br/>"I can do it myself - really."<br/>"Come now, you're being ridiculous." Malayna muttered.<br/>As she struggled to pull up Kaiana's rags, she slipped with the dirty cloth still in her hand, Kaiana flopping right into the water.<br/>Neither laughed as they watched her rise to the surface in a panic, naked luckily. Her nimble fingers pushed back the mop of thick hair before crossing quickly over her chest. She drifted to the back of the tub, a good five paces from where they were standing just looking up as the padded dirt drizzled down her face.<br/>"Really now, was that necessary?" Malayna sighed.<br/>"I told you, I can bath myself."<br/>"Look, there are certain things here and you will not understand and need to just assimilate to. Our master has standards and if they aren't met, things get ugly. He has a bit of a temper now and then. Let us help you understand. It won't get any easier if you don't."<br/>Malayna stepped toward her along the wall, kneeling beside her. "We're only here to help you."<br/>Kaiana stopped, her eyes looking deeply to Malayna, then to Patra nodding in assurance and back to Malayna. She sighed silently, dropping her arms a little, still careful to cover the sensitive bit of her breasts. She watched as Patra approached the other side with a large bowled in her hands. Kaiana's eyes widened a ways as she looked upon the endless things inside it she had never seen before.<br/>They began with a wide cup, a shovel looking thing if you will. They poured the water over her shoulders and hair a few times before Malayna twisted the wet mass atop her head and stuck a pin through it. Patras hands soon bubbled in a soft foam from an ivory bar which she passed off to Malayna. Her small hand were surprisingly strong as she rubbed the suds into Kaiana's skin. She sat quietly on the seat protruding beneath the water, something clearly made to suit those bathing. Her arms began to fall a bit, the taught clasp on either side of her breasts loosening as Patra massaged her shoulders and Malayna worked her way down her arms.<br/>As she came back up, she glided her hand across her collar bones before dipping down over her breasts, startling Kaiana out of her relaxation.<br/>"We have to clean all of you. You never know where he might look." Malayna said, almost stern.<br/>"But I don't want him to see me-"<br/>Kaiana slowed her words to a stop as Malayna's brows raised in expectants. Kaiana just turned her head down to the water, her eyes lighting up with the reflective surface as their hands worked together.<br/>"Our jobs are to bathe the women of the homes we're in. That's the position we're place in." Patra explained.<br/>"So... you do this a lot?"<br/>"All the time." they smiled.<br/>Malayna seemed to focus on her frontside while Patra cleansed her back, turning her cheeks a bright red at the obvious places and even squeezing her eyes closed as she beard through it.<br/>When they had finally finished her wash, she let out a heavy sigh, unaware that she had been holding her breath, and relieved that it was over - so she thought. As she was prepared to walk forward and step out, Patra raised another strange item from that bowl. This one was a thick, dark orange block she placed between herself and Malayna. Their hands scraped the sides and smoothed it between them before applying it to Kaiana's - underarms? Without a word she just looked at them back and forth, her face returning to an unfamiliar shade of red.<br/>"You know, I doubt you'll really need this. You don't have a lot of hair anywhere but your head."<br/>"That's not very attractive where I'm from." she mumbled.<br/>"Trust me," Patra laughed, "it's a blessing here."<br/>She then raised a curved bar with a sharp edge as she glided it down her under arm. Just twice was all it took and thrice for each section of her legs. As they rinsed her of the clay, they finally pulled the pin from her hair, mashing an unknown substance in a mortar and pestle a little water and they soon lathered it through her thickened locks. It was only then did she realize they wore their hair in perfect buns on the back of their head.<br/>"Will I have to wear my hair like that?" Kaiana asked softly.<br/>"If our master wants it that way." Malayna assured.<br/>After a good rinse and what felt like ages in this water, she was finally able to stand and remove herself. She stood facing the water as the fluffed material patted over her skin. Malayna twisted and pinned her hair again, making sure everything from her neck down was dried. She then lifted a beautiful dress. Not quite to the standards of the ladies at the party, but far more than that which her newest friends were wearing. A light, peach chiffon gown was pulled over her shoulders and completely transparent. It gathered under her bust by a small gold looking strings, which wrapped around her under bust twice before tying at the side. Patra then raised a faint teal dress the same way. It sat on her shoulders, moving the loose chiffon to fall off the sides and drape as the colour sat snug by her neck. The front of her bust laced down, criss-crossing to her ribs as the rest hung open to leave the accenting under gown.<br/>Malayna did have her sit finally, pulling the pin and catching her hair in the cloth, rubbing it back and forth many times to relieve it of the heavy drops. It was finally down to a light dampness, thanks to the heat that had picked up, but instead of putting it up again, she ran a brush through it, rattled her fingers through it and parted it before letting it be. They couldn't have done a better job, or had a better specimen to work with. Hopefully their master would be pleased.<br/><br/>OOc:: Just want to let you know about pronunciation (since this character wasn't on my list for some reason).<br/>Kaiana   [kahy-ann-uh]<br/>Malayna [muh-lay-na]