Chandramukhi could sense the other's surprise as she had given the shawl to the younger woman. She was, to be quite honest, unfazed by it at this point. Most reacted to her nature in similar ways. She did such things without thinking. She was odd, she supposed, and she knew others thought her so. Not that she minded. If one spent their life worrying about what others thought, life would be far more stressful and harried than needed. She met the gaze, struck by how very blue the other's eyes were. It wasn't a flat blue, more a blue rimmed with green and flecked with gold. Beautiful and dynamic. This woman definitely had her own charm.
Her chin lifted, a little, as the blonde spoke again with the intent to make their situation very clear. Chandramukhi, of course, had known since they had left the shores of India what she should expect. She had been in the business of prostitution for many years, and had worked from the bottom up. She knew what the depths of Indian brothels were like and hardly thought that English brothels could be any better. Sex, like people, was Universal. So the business of it must be. And a courtesan was in the business of both sex and humanity.
Her eyes dropped and then closed for a moment as she considered how to best translate- whether to do it gently, or to simply be as blunt as possible. She knew some of the other girls had no idea why they were here. They had no clue of what was to come, what was to happen to them. Her heart dropped into her chest at finally having to be the one to explain it to them.
Chandramukhi looked up, catching Vanja's eyes. The young woman had the shawl wrapped around her shoulders and she looked at her with such expectant trust it hurt.
She took a breath, turning back to the blonde, giving her a nod. "Chandramukhi." Half a moment, then she took the other woman's hand and shook it.
Now, the time to face the prospects- and so she turned back to her group and wrapped her arms around herself, quietly explaining what was to happen - what she had known for months, what they were only just now to discover.
Her explanation was met with tears, with exclamations and stony silence in turns. A hand brushed her own and she met Vanja's eyes yet again. The teenager was ashen-faced, eyes wide and wet and hurt.
"--I'm never going home, am I?"
Her breath hitched and she pursed her lips.