It is an irony that of all the slaves in Ravenroost, the dryad is the least concerned about her nakedness.  She is perfectly aware of how the sight of her draws the eyes of the others in hunger or jealousy.  And at times she cannot help but find it pleasing to tease them.  Never more than a little unless her mistress commands it and there are some she knows better than to taunt.  Brom, whom even her mistress treads with care around, scares her so deeply it is always hard not to hide from him.  And the Baron, gaunt and weathered like an elder tree.  His eyes hold something she cannot identify when they fall upon her and she fears it would anger her mistress to be anything but proper and respectful toward him.<br/><br/>Helping her mistress dress is one of the tasks she's learned well enough and she smiles when they're done.  Her mistress looks very pretty in that dress.  She follows and obeys as Naiobe commands, giving her her arms and shifting to let her wrap and lace the silks about her.  It's soft against her skin but still feels odd to a being used to living without modesty.  The studs are harder to bear gracefully, bringing little yelps and involuntary squirming from the spirit woman.<br/><br/>The box makes her nervous but she shifts to rise up at Naiobe's command.  Her eyes flicker to the box but her body remains still, arms at her sides as she waits to see what sort of decoration is coming.