And just like that, she's owned by someone else, once again. Well, she's outlived many other masters, she'll outlive this one too.

"After you, mistress." Heather said, with a small sardonic bow. The slaver hands her the few belongings that she has. Heather shrugs into the coat and then follows her new mistress out of the slave quarters.

She doesn't like her new position, but then, what's she supposed to do?

"Can I make a request, mistress? That we go straight to your home and sort out what I need to wear as your bodyguard and your assistant?" Because she doesn't want to walk through the streets unprepared.