Anice was listening as she left the bathroom. But it was apparent that she wasn't sharing her cousin's  excitement over having one of her breasts so altered. Anice threw on a big night shirt and then found a thin rain poncho that was baggy enough to hide what would have otherwise been obvious. She looked at Orianna and simply shook her head.<br/><br/>"So mother ordered you to torture because I had interest in a slave," Anice said, "This family makes no sense, I thought I was supposed to take interest in having a slave but instead I get sent to my room and have my breasts mutilated! There's nobody here that makes any sense, even father sometimes! I just don't understand."<br/><br/>There were a few tears down her cheeks as she spoke, and she looked towards Orianna. There was no point in resisting this even though she thought it was unfair. Ori would be allowed to do what she wanted until she pleaded her case to father. The problem was, father did not wish to see her. Anice leaned her head on the door.<br/><br/>"If you're going to make my breasts freakish milk bags you can at least make them match," she said. "What do I have to do to be forgiven?"<br/><br/>Anice braced herself, knowing whatever the case was it wasn't going to be easy.