Solistrae stares in horror as the guests arrive, her eyes follow them as they approach, and winces as they test her. She shivers in fear, her tear streaked face gleaming in the light of the day.  Her squirms renew as they grab her precious hair, shearing it off as if she were some animal, and discarding it easily.  Fully naked, not even her hair to comfort her stinging back.  Tears renew when she realizes how unfair this was.  She hears the noises, smells the scents and squirms, winces, and softly moans as they relentlessly brush her down.  The sensations of the brushes upon her face, her breasts and nipples, and tender womanhood echo upon her long after they done.  Solistrae breathes lightly if not restrained, the scents filling her nose, the sticky viscous sauce clinging to her steel gray skin.<br/><br/>Solistrae is aware of the group that tends to them, but she tries not too look at them, to do so would drive her into madness she was sure.  The horse was intimidating and his joking words does nothing for her peace of mind.  She snarls at them for a moment and regrets the energy wasted the moment after.  What more could they do to her?  There was nothing she could do to any of them.  The goddess was not going to call her soul to her in this disgraced state.  She glances to the 'servant-girl' as the Fox joins in the Horse's game with words..  Handmaiden she had called herself.  A lie.  If there was one who would shatter here, on the event horizon of death, it would be the girl.