Chesna took her time to take in her new home. Much like the caves in Russia, this place held the same dark shadowed atmosphere. The only thing missing were the other slaves that were held in their own sections. From what she could see it meant that she was the only one to occupy this part of the palace. And it bothered her none. At least there would be no whimper pain or sounds of others being touched by various males. Thankfully, their walk did not last much longer. For it took everything to ensure Chesna did not bump into her new owner. Stalling steps come to a halt and once more eyes cast down to the ground.
Ears twitched when the word stay was heard. She had no choice but to look ahead at the dusty section they'd stopped at. She gave a nod. "Yes. Mistress." Her russian accent spoke thick. Yet, her vocals were as soft as sweet honey and no louder than a whisper. Moving into the area assigned to her from this day forward.
