Re: Slave Drop-off/Collection Point
Alice took note from the other slaves positioned near the bowl of cards that she was expected to kneel. She wore white that evening, a strapless dress with matching shoes. Her long, blond hair was curled slightly to fall loosely over her shoulders in soft waves. She wasn't sure how long she expected the process to take. Scott had filled out her card, but she hadn't bothered to look at what was written on it. What happened was to happen, and she didn't figure how a note card would make much of a difference.
She folded her hands her lap, distracting herself as her wide, blue eyes scanned every inch of the room. The people passing weren't important at the moment. The place where she was seemed to be, however.