In Which She Feels Guilty

John gave a smile and then replied, "Slave? Interesting. Do you have any idea what may lead them to believe such a thing?"

Every single man on the crew is married to someone else already. Sir John, you have been granted a special exemption. They need to mind their own business, but you gave me the instruction to approach them with the crew's minute difficulties because..."

As soon as John waved his hand, Hennessy had the sudden realization that John was aware of what he and the other man were talking about.

John gave his assistance the following instruction, "Ask the tailor to produce a magnificent, well-fitting ladylike clothes for Miss Lisa and her pixie," and the aide carried out John's instructions to the letter. They will be aware of why she is here by the time supper comes around, which is when they will have it.

Before shutting the door, Hennessy remarked, "Right on it, Master John," and then tapped his foot forcefully on the ground several times.

John's face burst into a broad grin as he became aware of how humorous he believed the concept to be. The other people on board the ship thought of Miss Lisa as being Master John's slave, and they treated her in that manner. On the other hand, he did not let it continue for an adequate period of time before moving on. During this period, he kept himself occupied by reading books, including one with the title "Exceptional and Rare Cases," which he was currently in the midst of reading.

Lisa leaped into the air after turning over on her bed, and she landed with a loud thud on the floor below her. She moaned and then hurried to retrieve the blankets, taking them with her as she descended the stairs. She was jolted awake by the abrupt sound of the intercom blaring, which is what caused her to emerge from her sleep.

The person who was speaking stated, "I did not sign up for this." Lisa let out all of her frustrations without speaking a word. Lisa pressed the green button that had the word "respond" printed on it in very small, very thin characters.

Miss Lisa, you are being called to the tailor's office, the intercom that was installed on the bedside table informed her. "Miss Lisa, you are being called to the tailor's office." The speaker's voice had a calm and soothing quality to it.

The button was pressed one more time, which resulted in the production of an additional beeping sound.

"Yes? What exactly can I do to be of service to you? With a smirk that revealed her ennui, Lisa asked the question.

"Miss Lisa, you are being…."

Lisa responded with a knowing smirk and a roll of her eyes, "Yes, I heard that." Having said that, why?

"Follow Master John's directions," Lisa paused for a second and pondered, "Tailor's office, possibly...," and then she continued, "Follow Master John's instructions."

What could possible be useful about that location? Do they necessitate the use of manual labor from their employees?

After that, she pressed the red button that was labeled "end" before saying, "Coming in five." It was completely irrelevant to the outcome. In any event, she was freed from her restraints.

Before starting, she got out of bed and gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror. She was looking very disheveled, despite the fact that she was still dressed in the same clothes she had worn for the performance. She attempted to straighten them out by running her fingers through them, but the more she did so, the messier they were, so she decided to instead gather all of them into a messy bun instead.

Lisa gave herself a tiny head turn as she inspected her newly cut hairstyle, and she smiled to herself. As she uttered the words "Awful, but not that horrible," she let out a noise that could be described as a combination of a sigh and a moan. It seems like I'll have no choice except to make do with what I already possess."

She was considering applying makeup to her scars while having an internal debate with herself. There was no attempt on her part to conceal the information or anything like that. In addition to this, she discovered that always covering her face was a bothersome task for her to perform.

Then Lisa recalled Hennessey, who was proud of his scars and wore them with pride. This brought a smile to Lisa's face. She did, in fact, hide her face for the majority of her performance so that she would not draw as much attention to it when she played; yet, on days when she was just hanging out with her friends, she did not concern herself too much with it.