Xena fights being dragged and tries tugging free her wrists. She glares at Jay. A firey defient look in her eyes. She growls at him. She just wanted to leave. What the hell was so damn complicated about that?! She struggles as she once again gets dragged off. Trying to escape but can't get anywhere. Growling a bit as she looked out the window. Cursing as there was no nearby trees and even if she was stupid, or desperate, enough to jump out the window then there was four men waiting down below. She gets a thoughtful look on her face. Well if she couldn't go down she could always go up. Traverse the roof and then go down the other side. She huffed and paced. Finally sitting down on the bed.<br/><br/>She jumped up with clenched fists as a man came in. Glaring and sends a look of disgust towards the crimson colored dress. She blinked and sees the woman. Watching the man leave. "I don't give a damn what "the boss" wants. I want to go away from this damn home and you see how splendidly that is going." Huffing a bit angrily. Glaring at her. "You shouldn't speak for someone you don't even know." She says in a slight grumble. She noted the bruises and was confused. Who was this woman? Why did those bruises bother her? She takes the dress. Huffing again. "This fucking sucks! I hate dresses! They look<span style="font-style: italic">TOO</span>good on me!"<br/><br/>She spent the half hour changing from her normal outfit into the dress. Gagging from how she looked in the full body mirror. She left her hair up in the tight braid. She was NOT changing her appearance for anybody. However, because she felt sympathy for the woman she had changed into it. "I don't give a damn what "the boss" wants." She says sharply to the mans voice. She was not going to be a meek and timid forced house guest. If that is what they wanted they should have kidnapped and held hostage somebody else. The dress hugged her beautiful curvy hourglass frame. Hugged tight to her ample breasts and flowed out in a way that was appealing and attractive. It just made her sick.<br/><br/>She punched the men who dragged her out. Making sure at least one of them got a big ass bruise for manhandling her. She fought because she would rather starve, and had done so when she was younger, than eat with some stuck up bastard. Primarily the damn asshole who was holding her hostage. She huffed as she was forced to sit down. That made her growl and curse at them. "Fucking bastards." She sent an icy glare to Jay. She didn't give a damn who he was. "You happy? I'm wearing the damn dress. Though for the record I didn't put it on for your sake. I did it for the lady who I feel sympathy for. All I feel for you is icy hatred." She says in a fiesty and angry tone. It was laced with ice and acidic tones. She crossed her arms which only made her breasts more noticable. She stares a hole in the table. Saying nothing more. She said what she wanted to say right now.