Anya strutted into the room, though in some ways it was more of a waddle, though there was only a slight bulge in her belly.  Once again she was clothed in her pink pastel babydoll dress, a dignity she was afforded over the other slaves, to be clothed.  She had a lustful look upon her face and as she spotted Kat she rolled her eyes and let out what sounded like a laugh, though it was difficult to tell with the ball gag in her mouth.