There was one only student that moved out fo line. She was pulling, the thick and heavy curtains along the walls of the glass house. On the inside of the house once entered the fabric of dark, red velvet would be seen. Upon approaching the house only the dark, almost black fabric would be seen in the growing light. She lit the few candles that were within the room. At first light the room could appear romantic, intimate. One could almost relax in here. Especially if one did not suspect the truth of this room. For now the gathering students were blocked from sight.<br/><br/>She left the room and slowly approached Miss Rogers. She kept her gaze to the ground firmly. She was still nervous of her teacher, even though she would be leaving next week the marks upon her body reminded her that you did not accuse any teacher of being weak for being a slave.<br/><br/>"Lady Shaw informed me that we are to be relatively hidden until she and the pupil enter the glass house Miss."<br/><br/>