Size Matters Not The Slaves Freedom

Description: We were standing at the entrance of a large mansion when I first met her; it was quite an intimidating sight. She was probably in her early 20s and had this presence that made me shiver with anticipation, wondering what awaited us inside. As we entered through the gates and walked up to the door, she greeted us warmly with a smile on her face, welcoming us into her home. We were led through a long hallway filled with art pieces, all of which seemed to be expensive and valuable. After making our way to her parlor, we sat down for a chat before anything else happened.