The slender blonde made her way through the cavernous halls of D'enes manor at a rigorous pace. Her slender hands held the woolen skirts out of the way of her booted feet. She found the Training Grounds with great ease, having spent a good portion of her time in those very walls.<br/><br/>The room was spacious, overly large and ran the length of one whole wing. Little niches were carved here and there, creating alcoves for more private lessons if the Master or Mistress had the desire. Every manner of toy, utensils, torture impliments, and what have you hung along the wall. They would lack for nothing in the education of the slaves. Down further was a block of cells, set into the stone walls and framed by iorn doors. Those served as the accomadations for the small batch of slavelings that found themselves housed in this particular wing. There was another wing devoted to those that had already been broken, small rooms with more amenities than a mere cot and blanket.<br/><br/>The waif found herself approaching the group of gathered employees and slaves, gathered together for what was said to be an announcement. Adonia had finally decided on the pairings for the slaves. The slender blonde cleared her throat to the attention of those gathered. Once all eyes were on her, the girl lifted the sheath of paper and began to speak.<br/><br/>"Lady D'enes has declared the pairings, they are as follows: Master Maschor is assigned the slave Varani. Master Rudolpho is assigned the slave Alexis. Mistress Arianna is assigned the slave Daire. Mistress Safira is assigned the slave Erica. Master Marco will take on the slave Rhiannon, and Lady D'enes will assume responsibility for Slave Sophia and Grace."<br/><br/>The list was lowered, those blue eyes leveling on the group assembled. When she spotted Marco she slid forward, her slender hips swaying provocatively. The brand under her left eye glistened brazenly in the wane light of the cavernous room, announcing her favored status by the Lady of the house, Adonia. The petite girl, named Mira, had been a favorite of Adonia's for nearly five years. Serving in a capacity as a bed warmer and a secretary. Her life was easy, and she was given great freedoms compared to others. To say the least, she was a bit spoilt.<br/><br/>"Master Marco, my lady requires an audience with you. You are instructed to bring along your assigned slave, as well as the two that the Lady has taken under her wing." Blue eyes glistened with barely contained glee at ordering the D'enes sibling around. Mira was drunk on power, and she had a right to be. There were standing orders that if anyone touched Mira, they would suffer the wrath of Adonia. Who was known to cut off allowances and had recently begun to threaten stripping siblings of their name and casting them out.<br/><br/>