Rosali had always liked stories, particularly fairy tales. In fairy tales, partaking of food or drink in a strange place almost inevitably spelled misfortune at best and doom at worst for the young heroine, and she couldn't get that thought out of her head as she took her seat. Still, she'd had nothing in her stomach for over a day save for the perloined bread and the tentacle-headed monstrosity's cum.  She hesitated, but eventually took a small helping of berries and root vegetables.<br/><br/>A pang of sympathy hit the soft-hearted princess when she met the harpist's gaze. Perhaps she'd be able to help her escape, but then would Sangsue be any kinder than her current predicament? On top of that, it was still unclear whether she'd be able to get<em> herself</em>free.<br/><br/>She blushed when she was reminded of her shameful attire, Nd shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Well my lord this certainly isn't what I'd be wearing if I had a choice, but...I am a dancer, sir..."