Solistrae hisses as her clothes are destroyed, she tries to cover her now exposed flesh.  She wasn't at home, no servants or slaves of her own to enjoy her body when she determined fun to do so.  This was not home though, and she was property now.  She want to lash out, she want to cry, but instead she allows this woman to do what she wants.  Tears was all she could shed.  Solistra gasps at the first pinch before whimpering as her knew mistress ran her hand and tested Solistrae's body.<br/><br/>Then she came to her breasts, her pride and joy.  And she pinched and massaged and squeezed, and Solistrae's face reddened while she gasped and winced, especially when she tested her nipples.  With bitter tears glittering in her eyes Catherine's demand draws Solistrae to sharply meet the woman's gaze.  She finds herself holding her breath, while the claw against her chin holds her there.<br/><br/>"S, S, Solistrae," she answers with a sorrowful tone.  Had all her defiance been taken from her.  With her look of approval, Solistrae felt an odd sense of pride which withered not long after Catherine had to examine the others.<br/><br/>The mention of a washing brought a thought of relief to her.  She had been practically dragged to this city.  She was dirty and a hadn't had a proper washing for weeks.  In as such, she was not pleasantly smelling.  Not for a girl of her former station.  Solistrae stands there quietly while Catherine addresses the guest, with the occasional sniffle and wiping of tears.  At least a washing was happening soon, she'd feel a little better perhaps.