Ok...so it did blow. Ming had been shown to her room and given a decent enough tour. THere was actually a series of catacombs in the basement, rather then a dungeon and they had been sealed off, much to Mings dissapointement.
She was given a small room, bigger then she was used to, and a matress on the floor rather then an actual bed. Ming thought it was workable, she could fix up the room to her liking. All this wasn't so bad, it was the things that sister Haggeth had told her afterwards that ruined her thought of the place.
"I have to go to church?! ANd sing in the choir! No way!! this blows like a monkey's a**."
Sister Haggeth had not been amused. Choirs and hail mary's, whatever they where, where delt out and Ming would begin 'cleansing her soul', and apparently her mouth too, tomorrow.
Scowling Ming unpacked her room and made her matress, plopping down on it with a sigh. Lord have mercy but she was definitally skipping out. With a grin, Ming got up and went to her window freezing rightbefore it in surprise. WHo borded up their windows and place bars over them! Holy cow these people were crazy!
....or maybe they had been warned. Damnit, Ming hated when people told her new caretakers about previous behaviours. Pouting Ming reached into her bag and grabbed some tools. THis was gunna take all night, she just knew it.