Re: Holding Pens - Grace (for Carrick!)
Grace immediately fell down to her knees as the Master approached, making sure to do so fluidly and without hesitation. Some, she'd found, were actually uncomfortable with such recognition, but it was always best to be safe when it came to the courtesies due to her betters. She kept her head bowed so that she did not insult him by assuming herself fit to look him in the eye. The sound made by papers rustling was unmistakable.
"I can claim no greater title than slave, my lord," Grace replied in a soft, silky tone. She favored the grander titles of 'lord' and 'lady' on occasion as opposed to more simple ones. "However, the paperwork does not exaggerate. I hope not to sound boastful, but I was bred and trained to provide such services." Her blue eyes remained fixed on the ground as she knelt, still as a statue.