((Sorry for the very late response... I didn't know you replied till I checked my email<img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/>))<br/><br/>The girl was a taken aback by the very apparent generosity. It was hard to tell the reason why, but it was probably not being gobbled up on the spot. Regardless of the apprehension, she entered the luxurious home quite quickly and turned around reflexively to face Avery. It was hard to tell what the girl looked like. Her hair was a jet black color, and looked like it was cut by a dull butcher knife ironically. Her skin was covered in mud, but it only seemed to make her vibrant yellow eyes stand out more. Usually the slum class only bred deformities like an extra eye or a limbless torso. She was also quite short. She was only 3'9" and quite svelte. A high-class snob would try to breed their kin to make the most beautiful people imaginable, no matter what it took. This usually resulted in a lot, and it is a lot, of genetic manipulation. This girl could've been a nobler class, but might've been tossed out with the refuse. Still... she looked kind of cute, in a sad and lonely sort of way.<br/><br/>"Th-thank y-you, sir..." she mumbled with a slight bow. "I-I-I do not deserve s-such, um...mighty and gracious... grace...?" She struggled to find the correct words to use with thanking the taller man, trying to remain as respectful as possible. Yet, there was a certain subtle waver in her voice. It confirmed that she was indeed crying, but the why was still a mystery...