The woman nods, and leads the way down to the kitchen. The room was quite large, taking up the majority of the ground floor, consisting of a number of stoves and ovens at one end, and a pair of long table at the other. A half dozen women are moving aroudn the kitchen, a mix of elves and drow, naked except for long, white aprons, covering their front. An older-looking drow woman, wearing a bronze collar with a circle tag, is giving orders to the girls; obviously, the woman in charge, here.<br/><br/>Following her companions lead, Amara gets a bowl of a hearty-looking soup, and a large piece of bread to go with it, along with a mug of a flavorful wine. A few minutes into eating, another member of the household enters, a tall, drow male, with a silver collar marked with a star. He moves down the line, getting a bowl of soup as well, though he takes his time, fondling the working women as he moves through. Amara's companion tries to avoid looking at him, and it's fairly clear that he likes his position of power, and probably uses it, regularly.