Annalisa winced when she saw the poor tied girl get kicked and abused by the awful man. She wanted to help but was too cowardly. All she could do was give looks of sympathy and mouthed well-wishes for her.<br/><br/>When Alastair turned his attention to her, Annalisa looked at him straight in the eye and didn't bat said eye when he told her what would happen if she wasn't good. She kept her head up and her face stony that time, as if to let him know that she wasn't easily intimidated by words. Even if it came from him.<br/><br/>Though, inside herself, she was practically whimpering and praying to God that she'll make it through this dinner alive. Or, at least, not maimed in any permanent fashion. The man, from what she could tell during her time here, was a sociopath and a deviant one at that. A bad combination in her opinion. She could only hope that the Lady Constance did something to keep him from doing anything extreme.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but make a face when the captain made a comment about her skin and hair, since she was the slave girl who always mistaken for a foreigner with her tanned skin and dark hair. It's not like she could keep her skin fair and white from her poor upbringing, could she? Unlike them, she actually had to work to get money. Naturally, she kept that to herself. She wasn't interested in getting punished by Victor or her brother at the moment.<br/><br/>She was wondering why everyone was suddenly interested in her body and not the other slaves here. It was selfish to think like that, yes, but you would think like that if you've seen what goes on in this house. She prayed once more that they would not pay attention to her and on the other slaves here. Please.<br/><br/>Annalisa edged away from the captain, hoping that someone else will take her and the Lord or Lady will agree to that instead of the earlier offers. The pig who shoved the wine in her throat was someone she'll never pleasure even if it meant the very essence of her life. The captain... something about him just made her feel nervous. God knows what he'll expect from her if he ever got his hands on her.<br/><br/>She certainly hoped that the stunning blonde from earlier would speak her interest up and she'll be taken to the woman instead for the rest of the evening. She would<em>love</em>to help the woman in her... needs. No resistance or fighting at all from her side. She fidgeted in her position again, trying to keep the flush of her cheeks and the hardening of her buds away from everyone's view.<br/><br/>Admittedly, she had been indulging herself in fantasies that featured her and the blonde when she first laid eyes on her. It was one of the few things that kept her from running away from the Ambrose household. That, and the fact the family was kind when they wanted to be. Though that was like a blue moon at times like these.<br/><br/>Louis, meanwhile, was resisting both his brotherly instincts and his raging libido as he stood there and watched the events that were unfolding. He wanted to punch the bastard for treating his little sister like that. Both Alastair and the captain for being so crude to her. He reminded himself testily that he couldn't just do that anymore, these were not the streets he was raised in, and he had to be patient. He was sick of being patient and would do anything to be with his sibling.<br/><br/>He sent his sister tender looks and she gave them back, offering a sad smile and an encouraging nod for all the things that were happening to her right now. He was honestly surprised she hasn't lashed out yet and bit someone like earlier in the day.<br/><br/>He had also noticed Countess Victoria earlier and he immediately had raunchy fantasies of her being with him. Well... riding him, to be specific. She was a woman of spirit and strength judging from what he had seen from her from the last few days and he liked what he saw. A woman of independence and intelligence was something he hasn't felt in some time.<br/><br/>The girl in the beautiful table cloth wasn't helping, as she showed everyone teasing glimpses of her lovely breasts and promised many (illegal) things with that fake demure look on her gorgeous face. If he remembered correctly, she'll be the one that desserts shall be served on and the images that were in his head right now were ridiculously graphic even for him. Sugar and cream and honey in places where they shouldn't be but are.<br/><br/>He just hoped no one would notice his throbbing erection in his pants.<br/><br/>"I'm sure Annalisa is flattered by her resemblance to the Keralans," he said to the captain, a tight and forced smile on his face as he spoke to the man that treated his little sister like she was just a piece of meat. "I have a feeling you won't be having her as just a pretty ornament or reminder of those nice days at India, no?"<br/>