Louis bowed and went to get the drink, leaving Annalisa by herself as she continued to stare at the floor and play with the locket or her hair. Boredom clearly seen on her face as she tried to simply sit still and be quiet if she doesn't want to end up in the dungeons or... worse, the stable block. She shivered noticeably, hearing stories on what happened to women in the stable blocks.<br/><br/>She looked up, looking at the guests again to reevaluate them. There was a pretty blonde in a lovely pink dress... one of the beautiful slaves tied up and paraded in a camisole (poor thing but she was glad<em>she </em>wasn't in that position)... the sons who, to be blunt, scared her at times with what she had heard from the maids and other slaves... the Lady of the House herself, as she swooned quite obviously for the captain in uniform.<br/><br/>Speaking of the captain who she looked in the eye and frowned when she thought was staring at her. Could he? Hopefully not. She had a feeling he wasn't a man who liked normal, natural sex that didn't somehow involved whips or crops. As Annalisa stewed in her thoughts, her brother came back with a tray full of drinks.<br/><br/>"A bamboo cocktail for the good captain," he said as he placed the drink on the table for the man, bowing as he did so. "Anyone else who would like to have a drink?"<br/><br/>Annalisa looked up and realized how parched her throat was. She licked her lips, wetting them as she stared the pitcher of cool water her brother had on that tray of his. She looked at him pleadingly, hoping to get a drink. Louis almost did, his instincts kicking in to help his baby sister. He was reaching for a glass to pour her a drink when he remembered that he couldn't unless he had some sort of permission from the Lady or the sons.<br/><br/>"Sorry," he whispered to her as he passed her by, looking for others to serve and pointedly ignoring his sister now.<br/><br/>Scowling, she looked around again and couldn't help but notice the pretty redhead all tied up. She was... beautiful, to be blunt. Lovely red hair, wide eyes with the loveliest colors she has ever seen and such flawless skin. Annalisa fidgeted in her kneeling position, feeling her arousal coming now from her rather naughty thoughts about the girl.<br/><br/>She looked at the other slave and offered a smile at them, hoping to cheer them up and get a smile in return. She mouthed a 'hello' as well since... well, they said the slaves couldn't talk verbally. They never said anything about mouthing, did they?