Louisa had spent those next couple days just wandering around the Bordello, getting to know where she was, and what was where.  She has softened up some with a few of the others, but only when they were in small groups of two or three.  Once it got to be a crowd she tended to shy away, trying her best to stay out of notice, and kept quiet for the most part. It was like she was two different people. A flirty out going girl with a cute cheesy sense of humor who loved attention and affection and then a closed up shy innocent sort who tried to remain unnoticed.<br/><br/>The days that others were meeting with clients she was getting fitted for new clothes and shoes, along with seeing a hair dresser. The young winged girl had never had clothing that was tailored to fit her mutation, if you would call it that.  There was a time she was a normal girl who wore store bought clothing. And then she changed and the wings that plagued her family life took over her normal life, and normal daily habits.<br/><br/>She remembered what happened just before they grew out of her back. It was a very painful process, one that she would not soon forget. The ripping through her tender soft skin and shifting of muscles and tissue, and then the seemingly cocoon-like casing that tore open to unfold those intriguingly beautiful, albeit small, dragonfly wings. She spent days in bed healing from the wounds that were now just thick scar tissue at the base where her wings and back connected. They weren't made of bone or anything that could really carry her weight, they were made of tissue and cartilage. They were smaller and disproportionate to any sort of oddity that could possibly help one fly.<br/><br/>Now Louisa, the Spanish Fly, had been given a chance to have clothing made to fit her in every way. She was excited and giddy, as well as ever thankful to Madam Starr for this gift. She viewed it as a gift and informed her that she would do whatever she needed to, to pay for the things given to her. Madam Starr was more than employer to Louisa, she was a guardian angel.<br/><br/>The day came that she was to meet with Adam and Damien for training on her new job in the house. The prospect of spending time with Adam was one she looked forward to. He was always so nice and sweet to her, however Damien made her uncomfortable at times and she always felt like she was doing something wrong when he was in the room with her. Not really knowing what to expect or what she was supposed to do that day, she decided to wear something nice. Most days, since she got her new wardrobe, she wore jeans and a button up shirt that had slits in the back for her wings. Today however, she wore a pleated skirt of red and black plaid, and a black button down top that was short sleeved and had the same slits in the back. Long black knee socks were pulled up high and a pair of thick soled black Mary Janes had been shined to perfection. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she brushed her fingers through her long dark curls. A simple red bow was clipped into the side of her hair to hold it somewhat back from her face.<br/><br/>As she made her way to the twin's room she fidgeted and chewed at her lip. Louisa hoped she did everything right, just as Madam Starr wanted. She stared at the door for a while before her soft honey brown eyes looked up and down the hallway for any who would see her there. A petite and slender hand moved up to knock at the door before she took a step back and looked down at herself, smoothing her hair back she let it fall to her lower back. With her glossy lips pressed tight she took in a slow deep breath, feeling the fluttering in her stomach along with the fluttering of her wings to follow in her nervousness.