Charlotte could feel they had gathered a crowd.  She could feel the gazes burning into her and she hated it.  She felt like she was at one of her father's parties again, feeling his friends stare at her, pawing at her.  She wanted to cry, but she held back her sadness.  Lady Shaw's touch was gentle, it made her hiss a little when she touched the welts from last night, she could still feel the strikes from the cat.  She whimpered softly.<br/><br/>"What do I think I look like?" she replied in an almost broken voice, "I must look pitiful.  I can only imagine how others must think I am foolish and pathetic" she said, there was a hatrede in her voice, a dislike for herself.  "I am nothing to look at and they must think that.  No one has ever looked at me with desire.  Except those men who my father bought round, the ones who touched me and starred and watched.." she whispered, closing her eyes to push the memories away. "I am worthless and they can see that."<br/>