"If there is a God in this world, then why must the poor suffer..." The Morning Dew smelled freshly sweet today. Agatha would feel restless as the chain limiters constantly drained her energy, keeping her at levels of an average human. The ride in the concealed carriage was uncomfortable and tight; she swore there were probably remains of previously captured left there. To think she was back in captivity after being free for so long and making a silent promise to pay back her ex-work buddy in full once she gets out of this detainment. However, she must bide her time for now and see where this new journey will take her. As time progressed, the carriage was eventually pulled to a halt. A man with the mask of an owl opens the door. His voice is deep and cold. Owl: "Get out." He orders her as he watches her every move, keeping a tight grip on her restraints to prevent any ideas of escape. He brings Agatha out to a tent-like covering. It is massive and seems almost enough to cover a small village. Quickly blindfolded by another person, Agatha is forced to walk along. Sounds of whisperings could be heard as familiar old wine, cigarettes, and expensive perfume flooded her nose. It wasn't before long that a person in a mouse mask removed her covering. The masked mouse seems female; despite her void black coat, it can't hide her ample curves. Mouse: "Awe, such a shame, the rumors are true, and you look like your mother. I would've been rich if you weren't so scarred and muscular. Oh well, be a good girl now and behave. If you don't, I think it's time for more shock therapy, you peasant." Her voice was filled with ambition as she mused. Other women just like her were captured. The look of terror on the faces of the maidens explains everything. Being caught up in an underground trading center, Agatha can't catch a break as it solidifies her disdain for nobles. Time felt like an eternity at those moments, watching other women get sold before it was her turn. The woman in the mouse mask returns with two men in dog masks, as the duo is there for protection and to ensure Agatha can't bully the more petite woman. Mouse: "Alright, Miss Fighter, there's no need for a death stare; I can't wait to get back to you. So stop gazing and look beautiful." The Mouse would have her guards force her out on stage. Standing on a podium, the Mouse woman would examine the gestures of the other masked nobles. Behind her mask, she smirks devilishly. "Brother and Sisters of the Night! Today, we caught lightning in a bottle. Here's our newest slave for hire, Miss Agatha Roxane. Now I know what you're thinking: she was disowned by her family and sold off as pocket change. Despite those years, she blossomed into a woman. She would make many of my girls jealous and insecure with her size." Mouse would get closer and grope Agatha's breast. Usually, Mouse would've been sent flying across the room, but her act of resistance is nonexistent thanks to her chains and slave crest. "These Titanic mountains are so massive and soft; she'll be the perfect companion in bed! She has combat experience, so using it as a personal guard will be unique, too! All I'm asking for is 500,000 Gold Coins for this rare beauty.~" As Mouse would hear the voices of many bidders, Agatha felt uneasy from the eyes of so many perverse individuals gazing at her tonight. She wonders what kind of person she would get sold off too.

"Your offer has been accepted." Mouse exclaims to Robert with a wicked smile as she hands the key to unlock her slave crest over, freeing her at last. "But just for the new lord who saved me... tonight is on the house." She says with an equally wicked grin that could curdle milk. Her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She chuckles, almost amused by the whole situation. "Yes, my new Lord and Master." Her tone drips with sarcasm as she eyes him cooly before bending down to retrieve her sword. With a quick flick of her wrist, the sword is magically returned to its scabbard across her back. She glances around once more at all the lecherous onlookers and then meets his gaze steadily. "My carriage awaits, so lead the way, I suppose."

She takes a seat inside the carriage, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she leans back against the plush velvet cushions. Her expressionless mask of a face betrays nothing as she watches out the window, though there's an obvious tension in her shoulders and arms that says she's not comfortable with this situation at all. Not that she ever would be. The ride to Robert's house is filled with silence on her end, save for the occasional creak of leather as the carriage moves along. She wonders what sort of man he really is, and if he truly intends to keep his word about allowing her freedom. Only time will tell, it seems.

She doesn't react visibly, but inside she's calculating distances and escape routes in her head as the carriage pulls up to the massive mansion. The guards posted outside barely register in her mind as potential threats; they would be nothing more than annoyances. When Robert tells her it's their destination, she glances around one last time before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says coolly, steeling herself for what might lie ahead.

"Thank you," she mutters almost under her breath, forcing a slight smile onto her lips as she steps past him into the opulent entryway. Her gaze flickers over the extravagant furnishings and fine art adorning the walls before settling on Lady Robert as she enters the room. There's a sense of wariness in her eyes, but she does her best to keep it from showing too much.

She cocks an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her expression. "I suppose I'm dying to know." Her tone holds a hint of mockery; despite her situation, she refuses to be submissive.

She takes a step forward, her gaze never wavering from Lady Robert as she replies cooly, "And you think I'd make for good company?" There's an undercurrent of challenge in her voice, as if daring the older woman to say something different. "You're assuming much," she continues with a shake of her head, "I don't belong here."

She stiffens at his words, her expression unreadable. "Your wife?" she repeats slowly, as if not quite believing what he's saying. "Why would you want that?" She crosses her arms in front of her chest again and takes a step back, her gaze flicking briefly to the empty space behind him before returning to Robert.

"I see." She draws the word out, her tone skeptical and cautious. The thought of being anyone's partner, let alone a submissive one, doesn't sit well with her. She knows that refusing Robert could lead to dire consequences, but she can't bring herself to accept such a role without some form of protest. "I... I don't know what you expect me to say," she finally manages, rubbing at her temple in frustration. "This is all so sudden."