When Carrick woke, a message had been left for him that his new slave had arrived and was in the room that had until recently been occupied by Adelice. He thought about the new girl as he dressed. He looked forwards to getting to know her more intimately; she seemed to be a rare commodity; obedient and docile yet with intelligence and charm that one would not often see in a slave girl in a small town like Crescent Hills. And hopefully without Adelice's sheer insanity. He thought he deserved some peace after escaping he obsessive attentions of most recent bed slave.
Carrick made his way to the room that had become Grace's and entered without knocking. She was, after all, as much his property as the room was.
"Grace, isn't it?" He was quite pleased with himself for remembering her name - evidently she had made an impression on him. "Are you comfortable?" he asked without preamble. "Do you have everything you need?"