After picking at dinner she could barely taste Cleopoda set her tray of food aside and drew the wooden box Saade Malek had given to her. Earlier on after crying her eyes out, she had opened the box to find the small jar with the stopper, it contained some sweet-smelling perfume which she sniffed. The thought of dabbing some on herself to please the Saade disgusted her and made her want to retch but she forced herself to do it. If she was to survive after all she would have to play by the rules. From the box she removed a seamless tunic-like dress, it had no arms to put her hands through only two strings of rope that she was supposed to tie together. Putting the dress on left very little to the imagination, it was see-through, highlighting every single inch of her skin, rubbing against her
