Charity was shocked when she heard the low conversation between Annalisa and Christine, and then angry.<br/>"It's nice to know that they're some people still out there that won't let themselves be willingly used like they're toys," she heard one say. How dare they presume that there was something wrong with being an obedient slave! Charity wasn't bad-mouthing THEM for being thin-skinned brats with no grasp of reality, and was irritated that they could not return the courtesy.<br/><br/>Their presumption in having such a conversation in the dining room was beyond stupid. Perhaps she would speak to them with more sympathy when they were alone in the slave quarters, but for now they were on display and must conduct themselves appropriately. She rose to her feet, clutching the table cloth about her body, having decided to have a low-voiced conversation of her own.<br/><br/>"Mr. Pollock," she said in a soft whisper, "those two new slaves are speaking rudely about their treatment thus far, and slandering the character of any who would submit. Perhaps they could be removed from the dining room and shown what truly constitutes harsh treatment?" She didn't wait for an answer, as it would be presumptuous to continue a conversation with her better, so she just curtseyed and returned to her seat.<br/><br/>She gave a heartfelt smile to her dear Countess as she passed her. She would have been jealous of how cozy the beautiful blond was with Lolo, but she was fond of both, and quite expected to be included in their bedroom games - if not tonight, before the Countess left the Manor. The handsome footman she ignored; her eyes were taken by Valentine and the talented Cyril, both of whom had the blue blood that she secretly yearned to marry. Of course she didn't mention this to anyone - unlike the silly new girls, she knew her place.