The eyes of passersby looked upon Adelia in awe as she nonchalantly entered the grounds of the château. She soaked it all in, this is what she lived for. The chances were they knew who she was too, that’d hopefully start the rumor mill turning in her favor. Not only was she an esteemed performer and heir to the Marsden trading company, now she also had the eye of Nixus. Of course being bound to him as a monstrous slave wasn’t exactly what she originally had in mind, but the townsfolk were oblivious to such things. It was hard to believe that she herself had be naive before receiving the lord's brand.
She traced her steps from the days prior as she descended into the bowels of the estate. It became dark and damp the further down she went. Something she had grown to appreciate since becoming a siren. As the base of the stairwell grew nearer Adelia could make out the voices of her fellows. Somehow they managed to make it here before me. No matter. Knowing the master he’s still likely a few minutes off.
“I personally find it quite pleasant.” Adelia remarked at a large man's observation of a woman who appeared to be quite downtrodden. Then she kept on walking, even though she just barged into their conversation. She didn’t think anything of it, she was entitled to say whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. In any case her own cage wasn’t far off from theirs. Looking around she didn’t recognize any of the others. In her mind a good indication that their status paled before her own. That or she simply forgot. The number of dignitaries she dealt with on a regular basis was overwhelming.
When she reached her cell, Adelia stood in front of it and crossed her arms indignantly. She was going to need more convincing before she ruined her outfit for no good reason. Her confinement was standard looking among the rest, with one exception. Rather than being fastened flat to the dungeon floor there was instead a basin dug down a few feet beneath the cage. A steady stream of water trickled down from a pipe in the ceiling creating a crude tub. Surprisingly her defiance truly was for the sake of her attire. She actually didn’t have many reservations about her accommodations. If only it was a little bigger... and stocked with fish. Adelia thought to herself.
Left unchallenged she would be content to wait until Nixus arrived. From her standing it wasn’t really a problem since she had nowhere else to be. Well, not anymore. For the first time since departing her mind drifted back to the theater house. She could see the angry masses filling out because the main act had left on a whim. If only I could see the looks on the follow up performers faces when they are told to clean up hours of preparation and head home. They should be happy that they even have jobs.
Even with others around to talk to, Adelia was much more content absorbed in her own thoughts. She really hoped that she wouldn't be forced to work with anyone. Especially the imbeciles trying to break the glass that made up their cells. The blonde pretty boy didn’t seem much better. Nobody present seemed her type at all, though if she had to say who was the most promising it would be the giant comforting the other woman. He clearly had some kindness in his heart to be consoling another when everyone else was doing there own thing.
All she had to do was confirm that this was indeed the case, then find a way to exploit his good nature. With any luck his monster form was as formidable as he was. There wasn’t anything quite like having powerful man under her thumb. Adelia caught herself before she got too carried away. The last thing she wanted to do was waste time counting her chickens before they hatched. For now all she could do was wait.