Lenora stood uneasily as her new mistress circled her in scrutiny. Lady Evelyn's voice was smooth as silk, pleasing to the ear. Her creamy blue eyes pierced through Lenora's defenses, adding to her discomfort. "Thank you, my lady. I'm glad my appearance is to your liking," she replied her voice shaking somewhat. Evelyn's touch made her flinch a bit, more of surprise than apprehension. 

Lenora scowled at the mistress's snub about her intelligence, but did as she was told. She curtseyed low, her hooded eyes looking up at the other woman in rebellion. "May it please you, my lady," she said rather sarcastically. She didn't care if pleased her or not. Lenora was not accustomed to being treated in such a way, which was perhaps why she had chosen the profession of 'acquisitions'. It was a way to stick it to authority, something she had a hard time getting along with. Evelyn demanded that she help her get ready for bed. She did so with a slight twinge of disdain. Although it had only been mere moments since they had met, Lenora already thought of Lady Evelyn with contempt. 

Spoiled brat, she thought to herself. As she helped the woman get undressed, she contemplated on the look on her face when she found out all her precious things were in Lenora's pocket. She fought the urge to laugh, instead she focused on making sure she didn't accidentally pull her mistress's hair. That was another urge she was having a bit of trouble resisting. However, her goal was still at the forefront, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make herself "indispensable."