Cynthia felt a little, upset with what she had said. True she was her slave, but after what she just said, it seemed more clear about how she felt. She was her slave, she wasn't aloud to do anything unless she was told to do so. This irritated her, she had lost some respect for the girl. If she was trying to act grown up, then she was just like her sisters. If that was the case, this wasn't going to work out. she was going to stay, but being reminded of the fact that she had to, this pissed her off. At that point she ceased any interaction with Susmono till the rest of the kitchen was cleaned up. She remained quiet and payed her no mind or touch in any aspect as she walked off down the hall.<br/><br/>Damain could tell something was bothering Tsubaki, she had a nervous look on her. Though it could be just what is happening with Cynthia, he decided he better ask once they were done cleaning.<br/>After washing the table, he took her into the living room and sat her down on the couch. He looked into her eyes, paused, and finally asked. "what's wrong?" he said in a concerned matter as he bit his lip, a nervous tension of his.<br/><br/>Cynthia entered Susmono's room and sat on the bed. She was tired and cranky. She glowed purple and he clothes dissipated from her body. She wore only a white pair of panties afterwards, her breasts fully exposed. She layed back and closed her eyes.