[The Mistress smiles, turning her head toward one of the servants.]
Check in with her one month from now.
[The servant bows and mutters a 'yes, Mistress.' Satisfied, the Mistress reaches for the sack again. Her hand disappears into it, and she draws out none other than Éowyn's shield. She passes it to another guard, who approaches to present it and the bundle of lingerie to Éowyn. Another joins at that guard's side, and, with care and kindness, pins a badge to the woman's clothes—it says "Adequate Fuck."]
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Check in with her one month from now.
[The servant bows and mutters a 'yes, Mistress.' Satisfied, the Mistress reaches for the sack again. Her hand disappears into it, and she draws out none other than Éowyn's shield. She passes it to another guard, who approaches to present it and the bundle of lingerie to Éowyn. Another joins at that guard's side, and, with care and kindness, pins a badge to the woman's clothes—it says "Adequate Fuck."]