(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/SophieAvatar02.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie Maryse Bisset</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon. & Ryuuji Adams<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tillie had spoken more than Sophie could understand, but the small french girl could follow what had been said closely enough. Sophie's eyes flashed once or twice and she blinked the shock away. Like Callie's natural reaction, she was a bit put off by the subject matter. the palms of her hands started to feel warm, she thought about standing up, to stretch the remnants of sleep away. Her mind was rifling through itself with more questions to ask Tillie. Ms. Bisset had never been the curious type, but something about Tillie's mind fascinated her. With social circumstance in the fore-ground of her thoughts, Sophie kept herself from talking more than need be. "Yes," she felt courageous, but nothing more seemed appropriate enough to be spoken. "I suppose horror was a poor word to-"<br/><br/>The activity near bye, and Mr. Adam's call made Sophie jolt quickly. Her body shot up to it's knees, head up, like film of a hunting dog in slow motion. The curving sway of her neck and back studied the world, as if she looked at people and things through some kind of eye above her breast. Her eyes were glazed over, even if crystal clean; and as bright as neon lights. she seemed to stare at nothing. Blinking a few more times, she uncurled herself, and shuffled to her feet as high as the chain would let her. She hurried from the holding cell and into her own private '<em>sell-case</em>'. Not needing to cover much space, she felt like she was in more of a rush than the other girls. She had already forgotten what their faces looked like. "confounding." she tried to use a proper upper-class English accent, quietly in transit from cell to sell. A grin crossed her mouth upon reflecting such a concept.<br/><br/>She paused a moment before entering her new<em>chamber</em>, Sophie turned with thirsty eyes toward Ryuuji. She was begging for some kind of response. It looked like a fuck, due to the extent of her nudity. However, her eyes seemed to call for something a fair bit deeper. She glanced toward the<em>sell-case</em>with only a slight twitch of her head. It's as if she was asking Ryuuji where to go. She was posted directly in front of the cell. But, she longed for instruction; unwilling to ask in a shout across the empty showroom.