Felicity was no stranger to labor, after her work on the farm, and she welcomed the chance to fetch and carry, to chop and prepare; there was a sweet homey mindlessness to such tasks that let her mostly forget her strange new situation.<br/><br/>Until something like this happened; being told to strip nude to serve at table.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she muttered, and peeled off the apron, wincing a little at the way such stretching pulled and tugged at the damaged skin of her whipped back. She not been able to forget her injuries at all; every time she moved, or took a step, they came burningly alive.<br/><br/>Joining the other girls, she followed their example of trying to smooth down her hair, combing through it with her fingers. There was a weird undercurrent of commingled excitement and fear among them that she could not quite understand; how were they not humiliated by the prospect of being made to parade naked through a dinner?<br/><br/>Then their jugs were brought to them, heavy and deep and full o ale that sloshed threateningly up into the necks of the cold metal pitches, as in a little line they walked out of the kitchen and down a little hall that led into the Great Hall of Ravenroost.