Anya's eyes went wide and looked up startled as the bidding went up to three million! She wasn't expecting that. SHe looked down and blushed a bit. Then returned to normal. Looking up at her and rubbed her arm. "I don' go' any money..." She said. Slipping in and out of street slang. She sighed a bit. What confidence she had in how she looked personally was just shot down. She followed the woman out of the charity thing where you were not being sold as slaves but as volunteers for a week. She thought auctions were different but this had seemed legit so she was okay with that. She looked at her. The older lady was stunning. She was beautiful and she had never seen hair the color of hers before. Then again her natural hair color wasn't common either. She followed her all the way to the mansion by the road on the outskirts of town. She blinked a bit. Looking to the woman and then was guided off by the handmaidens. They bathed her and washed her. Dressed her in a beautiful blue dress with long sleeves, a v-neck and it fell to just below her knees. Her eyes wide as she looked at herself in the mirror when her hair was all washed and dried. It looked like silk. She barely recognized herself. "Woooow...." She said in awe. She was taken and given food and she ate. Not exactly high class manners but more manners than you'd expect someone who grew up on the streets to have. She hiccuped from having eaten so much so quickly. "Da' was da' best food ev'r!" She cried out in delight. Still slipping in and out of street slang. Hey...transitioning wasn't going to happen instanteously. She wondered what she was supposed to do now. She was guided into the study where the woman sat. One of the women introduced her to their boss. This was only a week...she could make it through a week...maybe. She wasn't sure about anything with the way upper class like this woman.