Kipsy
Socially Anxious Chocolate Addict
Following the duo dutifully, Eveleen entered the house just behind them, finding no difficulty in walking in her long dress. What did bug her, however, was the heels she'd been forced to wear. Stopping momentarily, she took off the shoes now that she was inside and proceeded to hurry after Oliver and Rhea downstairs.
The sight of a dead body was nothing Eveleen hadn't seen before. On numerous other occasions had she witnessed the suicide of several fellow servants. She wasn't at all shocked or disturbed by the sight, her eyes drifting from the corpse to Oliver, who was now taking it down. She could tell Sienna was perturbed without even looking at the girl. Deciding to ignore the other slave, for now, Eveleen continued to be led around.
It was just as nice as she was expecting. She'd been used to sleeping on the floor with her last master; to have a bed was a wonderful change of pace. "Thank you for showing me around. I'm sure Sienna appreciates it as well," she said after having seen the showers (which was quite the pleasant surprise). "Is there anything you'd like to ask of me? Or a schedule I should be aware of?"