[Benedikta scratches at her neck—this robe is getting both heavy and far too itchy for her liking and she has half a mind to just throw it off herself and finish the job. Then again... as the trio walk through the corridor that never seems to end, she does wonder quietly to herself if this "woman" is even saveable. She heard the horrific stories, and she can only guess what that means. But if getting her out of here would mean living a more normal life instead of whatever her "master" deems suitable for her...
"Please have a seat." The voice pulls Benedikta free from her thoughts yet again as the woman gestures to the velvety couch in the middle of yet another grand, albeit dark and gaudy, sitting area. "Would you like anything to drink? Or maybe something to eat?"]
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"Please have a seat." The voice pulls Benedikta free from her thoughts yet again as the woman gestures to the velvety couch in the middle of yet another grand, albeit dark and gaudy, sitting area. "Would you like anything to drink? Or maybe something to eat?"]