Lita stares at the girls before her, so many are fresh faces. Thank god the girls their replacing went to good places. Most to rich men's houses as maids. Only one went to a mill. Lita shudders slightly as she thinks of those horrid places. No, she won't dwell on them and what could happen if she doesn't buy her freedom...<br/><br/>She's 28 now, 3 years older then most girls when their sent away by their house master. A rare few are bought, most are sent unprotected to the mills.<br/><br/>Lita smiles, she's helped Mr. Black turn this house into a good place, the girls are protected and of such quality that most are bought.<br/><br/>Lita is like a den mother, she trains the girls from an emotional end, keeping them sane as they adjust to their new world. These new faces are straight from the auction house, a few possibly believe their still on earth.<br/><br/>She smiles kindly at them, placing her own feelings and fear aside. “welcome!” Her hands extend towards them “I know you must be scared, but please. Do not fear me. I will not hurt you. My name is Lita and I am here to help you. I am a slaaf, just like you.”<br/><br/>Lita's motions towards chairs with water and a small plate of food next to them “Please, sit and eat.” The girls get an encouraging smile as Lita sits herself, watching them and their reactions closely.<br/><br/>“You must have questions. You are safe here, with me, I will answer them”<br/><br/>Her eyes glance towards the stairs briefly, the other girls will wake soon. Or, be delivered, Lita isn't sure how many Mr. Black bought. But he respects her wishes to meet them in small groups, it tends to make it easier.<br/><br/>(http://www.darkgarden.com/images/corsets/women/edwardian_01_th.jpg)