The smile that Felicity had forced onto her lips before they emerged into the Great Hall was frozen there as she made herself keep moving, following the other two in spite of the weight of so many stares. Trying not to look at the knights who gazed with unabashed hunger upon her body and that of the other girls, she moved to the head table; as her companions split off to either side, she found herself pouring into the Baron's cup, her hand clenching the handle of her pitcher in an effort to keep it from shaking.<br/><br/>She did not dare look at him, only bobbed a faint curtsey before moving past the unknown woman, whose cup was filled, to pour into the older man's cup. The whisper of the twins reached her ears, and what barest little bit she deciphered of it made them burn as she moved to pour for Naiobe as well.