Faridah sighed. A sudden sense of impending doom overcame her. "The way I was dressed. The way I speak. The way I act. I think you've realized for a while I was of noble blood." Her head sank a little further. "You can tell by how soft my skin is and how I am unmarked that I must be from aristocracy. And my... pubic hair is well manicured, which you will not find very often in these lands. And I knew how to perform like a dancer when you asked me to strip." She thought of mentioning how Lalita could back up her claim, but for now she didn't want to risk getting the slave into trouble.