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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6495305" data-attributes="member: 4936">Silhouette is mightily tempted to linger in the bath, as it eases the pain of her injuries marvelously. The slaves are a warning though, she thinks. One possible fate, should the masters of this house decide they are worth more as menial labor than as...whatever it is they want them to be. She partakes of the food and drink, schooling herself to eat sparingly to sate her hunger, not ravenously as her animal brain demands. She has been pulling people's strings too long not to see it. The carrot...a nice room, good food, comfortable and pretty clothes...the stick, mind-controlled slaves.The sorceress mistrusted it a bit, but nothing was gained without risk. She would play their game until she knew the players, and the rules...and then they would see who was manipulating whom.She washed her hair and gathered it behind her head to fasten it with pins so the ragged prison haircut wouldn't show. She dressed herself in black and violet and lavender; shades that would work well with her midnight skin tone and hair color. The cut hugged her trim figure pleasingly, but didn't show much skin...a combination of teasing and withholding that Silhouette appreciated.As ready as she'd ever be, Silhouette went downstairs, trailing the slaves assigned to her, to attend this meeting.</blockquote>