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Slowly rising from the mud, she didn't even bother to wipe any of it off. Her stomach grumbled and reverberated to the point that she thought she saw a layer of her rags shudder. Her body was weak from hunger, but she moved surprisingly quick when he said they were getting food. The offer still seemed too good to be true. It probably was, but how often does a girl get offered a job, food, a bath and new clothes? If worse came to worse and the man did turn out to be a serial killer, at least she would be fed when she died. He mentioned she needed a bath and she shrugged. After a while, she stopped being able to smell herself. It was good for her but bad for anyone else. Slopping into Inn, Amelia almost froze in the doorway. It was warm and smelled wonderful. Not saying anything and not looking at anyone, she followed behind him. She could feel people looking at her, but it was worth it if she could eat something. There was a roll on one of the tables. She looked at the plump lady who saw her eye-ing them. The woman at first, saw her like someone who saw a large disgusting bug for the first time, but seeing Amelia was hungry and Rhett was getting a room, she nodded for her to take the roll. "Thanks" Amelia breathed taking one roll and hurriedly stuffing it in her mouth. The woman winced at her then smiled politely at Rhett like she wasn't uncomfortable with Amelia's awful table manners. Receiving the key and with bulging cheeks filled with bread, she gave him a muffled "Fankshh." The room wasn't hard to find. It was what some would consider small, but it looked like a leisure palace to her. Still working on the roll she shoved into her face, she walked into what she presumed to be the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she looked in the mirror. "UGh!" She jerked. There were dying animals that looked like they were in better shape. The hot water felt so good, that Amelia was content to sit in the tub until the end of days. It took a very long time for her to successfully rid herself of all the layers of dirt. Her hair was matted to the point where she thought that cutting it all off would probably be a better solution, but there weren't any scissors. "Woah.." She mused seeing how pale her skin was underneath all the grime. For months, she was under the impression that she might have gotten some sort of tan due to living outdoors, but apparently she had developed enough dirt to conceal most of her skin from contact with the sun.

"....Are you serious?" She could see it in his unblinking eyes. He wasn't lying. A job as his assistant? The man was nuts! He had just turned her former boss's nose from a convex surface into a concave one not but a few minutes ago. He offered her money. The greedy little street rat within her hopped for joy. In essence they were both getting what they wanted. Amelia wanted a job and he gave her one. The stranger wanted to treat her to dinner and apparently clothes. She bowed her head looking at her over-sized multi-layered frock and laughed. Other than the occasional glass window and still water buckets, she rarely got to see her own reflection. She would imagine that she looked awful, but looking good didn't keep a girl warm. The word honey made her flinch, but a chuckle quickly followed it. "I'll take it!" She grinned looking like a filthy smiling dirt clod.

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