<strong>Adonia's office - Adonia,Marco,Grace and Sophie</strong><br/><br/>Rhiannon trailed behind as the tall powerful man opened the door that Sophie had burst through only seconds before. To her surprise she saw the pretty young slave's circumstances had deteriorated drastically in the short time she had been out of Rhiannon's sight. The girl was knelt beside a large desk, bound by her wrists and ankles. Her skirt was thrown up and her bottom glowed rudely from a recent beating. Rhiannon took in the scene quickly, part of her impressed that the girl weak as she was had been so effectively subdued and thrashed in such a short space of time. Clearly these people had long experience in handling slaves.<br/><br/>The woman who waited in the office was striking, as tall as Rhiannon herself but dark as was generally the manner amongst these imperials. Luxurious black curls of hair fell over her shoulders framing an exquisitely pretty face. Despite her circumstances Rhiannon could not help but admire the woman's curves, imagining for a fleeting moment that body trussed and draped naked across her saddle as she rode away from another looted villa. She shook her head to clear the pleasent image, here she was the slave and this woman held the reins of power and Rhiannon would need her wits about her if that was to be remedied.<br/><br/>The woman, surely the Lady Adonia, took a seat in a large chair behind the desk and spoke to Master Marco. Despite his impressive size the dark haired woman was clearly the power here and Rhiannon mentally began to rank those she saw and comprehend the subtle powerplays between them. The woman airily relayed to Marco that he was elevated to the title of Count, a simple name that these petty imperials seemed to think important. Rhiannon almost grinned, the woman seemed to be throwing a bone to the sinister brute as if she was rewarding a pet dog.