As Madhuri felt free in a long time, she felt obliged and thankful but worried if he was amongst them or someone outside.“Thanks so much for saving ...e. Can’t repay you enough. How do I get outside this place? Any quick way out? Sorry, didn’t ask your name too.” Anxious but still a bit enamoured at the same time about her new captor, more a captor of her heart as she felt a strange sensation in her heart that wanted to make her listen to him.He was quiet, confident and gentle in his tone, taking. Ihad to focus so much on keeping my hair and face pretty and made-up thatI lost more time. As for clothes, I was more intent on being sure theywere clean, tidy, and that I matched so that I could achieve thefeminine ideal that Jeanie required. My life was now focused on myappearance, actions, and thoughts so I would look totally believable asa woman. Even when I went to school, I was conscious of my underwear andhow feminine my face and hair looked even without makeup, that Iwithdrew and kept. I look at the woman’s face; she is younger than I, dark and attractive, well fed for a slave too and her clothes are clean. She even wears a few rough beads. It seems that the Lord Heshuzius takes good care of his property.At length I am led down a dark narrow alley to where brands light a low door. I am led inside where there are more women wearing homespun and going about their work. They do not look at me and my companions lead me to a room off the main corridor. Here I find water to wash. Glastonbury guffawed. Duke Roger, however, nodded. "You know the ropes, Lady Kennedy. The petting zoo only sounds like an easy berth. You've learned to your chagrin who the real enemy is." The little tykes," she agreed. "Yep, that works. In fact ... I'll just go talk to him now."She turned and walked away, leaving the two adults standing, gaping.She walked up to him. She could see him psych himself up. It was truly awesome in concept that an adult felt like he had to psych himself up to talk to.