Power forces stories

She was slowly walking down, carefully watching every step down the stairs. Her eyes were still slightly sleepy but it didn't take away anything from her beauty. Well, it's not important now. Did it work? Did all those efforts go to waste or is she… Her?

"Master, where are we going." She asked with a fairly normal voice, it was neither nice nor angry. It was a smooth and quick start to a conversation. It was nice to hear it that way.

"We are going to finally wash, we haven't washed in the city and before that as well. At least I didn't, did you?"

"No, I don't recall anything like that. But I feel a little, rotten? Not a good word but not fresh at the very least." She seemed to be… Fine? I can't find another word, she isn't too nice and too angry or unpleasant. She seems to be just fine right now, at least for the time being. She can think and answer differently than usual. Not just follow me or completely disobey or even ignore anything I say.