Felicia woke up as per usual that day, about when the sun fully appeared on the horizon. Not sunrise, but an hour or so afterwards. She sat for a while, sitting under the comforters of the large bed and staring out the window for quite some time. With a delicate yawn, she reached over and rang the small bell on her nightstand, swinging her feet to the side of her bed to finally rise. Immediately, two of her personal slaves entered, curtsying quickly to her before preparing her for the day. First, of course, the typical underclothes and whatnot before the actual dress, casual, since there would be no visitors today, only perhaps her tutor. This was only the beginning of the long process of the beginning of the day. Make-up, as well as hair was done as quickly as possible, but without any mistakes, least they be punished.

Felicia couldn't help but cringe. Punish was such a disgusting word, she didn't really like the sound of it. Or the action either. Perhaps punishment may be necessary, but it didn't make it all the much easier. She let out a small sigh, but luckily she hadn't been forced to do anything like that yet. Father usually took care of such things. "You're done, m'lady," a light voice called not too soon afterwords, "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, Deloris, Lyra." She nodded her thanks to the two as she stood, and soon excused them. [i]Ah, it's time for tea, isn't it?[/i] she remembered as she entered the room adjacent to her own. Hopefully it would still be warm, cold tea was dreadfully terrible. Felicia pushed open the door, and paused when she entered. Oh, that was right, they had just bought a new slave! Silly of her not to remember. "Hello there," she greeted softly, hoping not to suddenly startle him as she moved into the room, "James, correct? Thank you for bringing my tea this morning. What is it today? Green?"