Re: Holding Pens - Grace (for Carrick!)
Grace was kept separately from the other slaves at auction. She was dressed in a simple slip of a gown that left little to the imagination. It was the typical garb for slaves to be placed up for sale as she was, and the young woman had noticed many of her fellow, female slaves trying to tug their own garments down slightly in some futile effort to avoid too much from being shown. If only they knew the quiet power that even they held as mere humans...
Grace carried herself like a queen, never overstepping her bounds by looking a master in the eye or speaking out of turn, but with an air and a dignity as though she were at the finest of events in the finest of gowns rather than being herded into a cage to be pawed at and groped by interested masters or mistresses. It was part of her game, after all. She would stand, kneeling only when approached so as to show respect to her betters. Still, she wanted a quiet dignity and pride to be seen, and so she allowed a slip of it to show. It was part of the allure. So many masters nowadays liked a proud girl, someone they thought they could break. And Grace would allow them to think they'd done so to her if that was what it took to build up a fragile ego.
A less tumultuous existence with someone who would appreciate her talents would do as well. She could hardly afford to be picky and would be every bit as happy to entertain someone who might appreciate her talent with the harp or even her gift when it came to conversation. She hadn't the right to complain either way and fully intended to make use of her time with whomever purchased her.