Elizabeth did not like the tone of that 'indeed'. Not one bit. Something was wrong here. Why was<em>she</em>here, with a woman like that? But before she could object, the attractive--Elizabeth suppressed<em>that</em>thought quickly--woman was standing in front of her. "I think I can handle that,<em>Ms.</em>Bordeaux." She made the honorific sound almost as an insult.<br/><br/>And then the second instruction. Her undergarments? New ones?<em>Earn</em>then? "Wh... what? What do you take me for?" But there was something about her expression, her tone, that clap, that sent a clear message that Elizabeth had better obey--or else. "I paid quite a lot for some of these, you know." Nevertheless, the suitcase opened, revealing a variety of obviously-expensive clothes, in a variety of colors. The hallmark of a high class girl. The undergarments themselves were, mostly, conservative, the sort a Proper Young Lady would wear. Into the rubbish they went.<br/><br/>Elizabeth wondered what she had gotten into.