Despite Lacey having been on the island for a month, she had yet to go see the basement where they kept the slaves. It wasn’t because she felt particularly bad for the people who stayed down there, the cells would just remind her of how she felt trapped here herself. Eventually she had to admit to herself that she was starting to feel lonely, though, and apparently the slaves were something the other Masters and Mistresses bonded over so she had decided to finally go see the place. She walked along the cells, looking inside without much interest. Seeing a guard further down the hall, her interest stirred about him instead.
“Seems like a depressing job,” Lacey commented. “Staying down here in the basement all day. Or am I wrong and you often go on thrilling chases around the island after people attempting to escape?”
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