Louis Benedict, one of the new footmen for the Ambrose family, first knocked on the door politely and entered the room. His uniform was crisp and clean, showing signs of just being recently washed for the occasion that was happening here. In his gloved hand was a leather leash, trailing outside holding to something.<br/><br/>"Good evening Lord Ambrose, Lady Ambrose," he said in a kind, soft voice. He bowed to them and to the other members and guests of the household. Hoping to make a good impression on all of them today. "I have brought one of the new ones as requested." Tugging on the leash, he walked further into the room and brought whatever was connected to it inside the dining room. Connected to the leash was collar, and on the collar was one the new slave girls the Slave-In-Training, Annalisa. Her hair pull back into a low pony tail to show her face, the copper locket around her neck glinting in the light.<br/><br/>"I apologize for collaring her without your permission," he said humbly. "But she has been a wild thing all morning with her fighting and struggling, as the maids have reported to me, and I didn't want her to ruin the evening dinner. So I collared her myself in order to prevent her from doing anything foolish. Forgive my intrusion and I assure you it won't happen again."<br/><br/>She was dressed appropriately for the evening, wearing just enough clothing to hide her body from view but just enough to show hints and tantalize the people there if they liked her enough. Though young and pretty, she had a bitter, pinched look on her face as she walked inside the dining room.<br/><br/>Louis gestured simply to the floor, near the table but not enough, and so she sat down on there on her knees, watching the family and their guests with undisguised hatred and humiliation of her situation at the moment. But she kept her mouth shut and did nothing else but stare at them, knowing the rules set for the dining room. Long as she didn't break them, she should be fine.<br/><br/>The older man looked at the girl as he stepped away, praying that she wouldn't do anything to get punished. How he looked forward to this entire evening, since it would be his first time ever in the room with the entire Ambrose family and the slaves. He wanted to see what they would do the ones who misbehaved. But now, since Annalisa, his little sister, was one of those slaves he was regretting how eager he was before. He hoped they wouldn't harm her. Or they made<em>him</em>harm her.<br/><br/>Fate was a cruel mistress at times. He wanted to find his sister and he did... just not in the way or situation he hoped they would ever be.<br/><br/>He tried to keep his face relaxed and void of emotion, not wanting them to know about his connection with his sister and himself yet. He fiddled with his copper locket a bit, his heart racing against his chest wildly now.