The day was warm, the sun harshly glared down upon the slaves being lead to the house.  Solistrae looked to the ground as they taken to the doors at the side of the building, her red eyes staring in misery at the ground under her.  Her feet were bare and though she had to look a little further beyond her large breasts to see her feet, she noted her poor dirty feet.  She sighs as she lets her shoulders slump and strands of shimmering jet black hair slide down.  A week ago she was wearing sexy battle armor, her wealth of waist-length hair was perfumed, glittering gems everywhere, and a magic blade.  Now she wore a shirt that barely fit, a skirt that clung to her legs, no gems adorned her form.  She hadn't be out of her undergarments in a week now.  She felt so dirty.<br/><br/>Why did it come to this?  Her life had been so good.  She had servants.  She had power.  Now she was chained up like some common slave.  She wanted a good oil bath, massages, she wanted to go home.  Home...  Not that she should return.  They had betrayed her, selling her to the enemy so that the city could be spared their fury.  Tears touches her eyes and she sniffles as she is taken through the doors to the courtyard.  She was too miserable to note the stuff that was happening around her.  Even if she should have heard the door closing with a finality that would have shook others to their core.<br/><br/>For awhile she remained motionless, that is until her chain is yanked and she and the others were brought before the imposing woman that seemed to control this place.  She squelched a whimper as she turns her gaze away, biting at her lower lip.  Defeated, betrayed.  She was nothing but a toy to callous masters.  Silently she curses fate.