Chapter Thirteen
The first hint that something about her status had changed came to Felicia after she had gotten out of the bath and dried off. Neha made her sit down on a small stool and quickly put Felicia’s hair in a long, loose braid. Then she applied the dark makeup to Felicia’s eyes, and a little rouge to her n*****s. That was not too unusual, but as Felicia rose and waited for someone to put her collar and cuffs back on her the horrid old woman who had tormented her for so long arrived with something for her to wear. It was a strange-looking outfit, and she didn’t think that it qualified as clothing. It certainly did qualify as a costume, but the fact that she was being given anything to wear at all had to mean something.
The bottom part resembled nothing so much as a pair of crot
