Vivian had not been sure of the reaction she would cause to churn in the ocean of a man. She met his gaze, tense and ready for what reaction may come but she expected to be fluid and intangible, what she got was solid and sudden. His fingers were upon her, his body followed the movement like a tidal wave crashing against her. She had no chance to step back before he had her caught in the swail.<br/><br/>He tugged at her chin turning her head up and then side to side. She felt like she was a horse being inspected. She worked hard to keep her hands at her sides, she wanted to shove them against his chest and demand space. No man had ever felt the courage to press themselves against her. She was a coveted gem meant to be seen and untouch. Her duties had been to spend her time in the company of her Master. She cared for the man as he had aged, when she was younger he had cared for her. She had seen it as a symbiotic relationship, her master cared for her and she in return cared for him. She could never see it from the views of an outsider, she was groomed and spoiled.<br/><br/>The man spoke, his words like a soft sprinkle and not the torrent he displayed. One simple question was asked as if her statement had not made it clear enough. She frowned, trying to jerk her chin free but it was little use. She was small and fragile in comparison to him, she didn't know of hardwork or labor.<br/><br/>"I am," she would state almost at a whisper to hopefully help clarify his confusion and send him off of her. Another voice would break her consternation away from William. She was simply trying to understand what she had heard, the man had more muscles then she had ever seen before. He was self entertained, she was not sure if he was amused about the situation or the fact anyone could ever understand him. She could only glance sideways at the brute but now her green gaze darted back to the man still against her as he reconfirmed what had already been stated many times as if none could wrap their head around it. She was indeed a pet or she her Master would like to say. She didn't mind it, she found it quite enduring and enjoyable from her past masters lip. Given her job was to serve as company it seemed fitting that she was referred to as a pet rather then a slave or servant. She lived a life of luxury even though she had no claim to it or to her own fate, name, self.<br/><br/>He at last looked away, it was relief. His gaze was deep, there was something about the depth that made her wonder what Titian lay beneath. She looked confused as he began to make an order for dresses, she had plenty. She quickly realized that he may have the intent to dress her in the same blue he was coding his home. Even trimmed silver she would have to refuse such offerings. She had her own dresses, given to her by a master she still held dear. Did he expect to replace those as well, was there nothing in the home off limits.<br/><br/>Her mind whirled to the master bedroom, her one sacred space. She felt a hint of panic considering someone might touch the things held precious by the master. She had locked it, the key tucked in a pocket of the folds of her black dress. That room belong to her and no other. She would not allow him to poison it with his touch. The doors of the master's bedroom were thick and she suspected it would not go unheard if someone were to invade it by force.<br/><br/>She frowned as the man spoke again, slithering around her and moving along with clear assurance. He had already felt like he belong it seemed, she did not like this.<br/><br/>She didn't want to move. Her feet stayed in place glued to the ground as her hands became small fists of annoyance. He had assaulted her Master with his last question. "He was not twisted," she corrected. She made herself step forward, gripping at her dress allowing the weight of the fabric to anchor her in reality. He had to keep her, she had to stay with him but this did not mean she had to like him. Perhaps they could settle for letting her simply enjoy her life as it was, be it she had found herself more money as of late. She would learn to manage that loneliness and they could simply stay out of one another's way.<br/><br/>"It's Vivian, I have been with Master since I was 8, I am 24 now," she explained, her gaze was already away from him. It was clear she was anxious about the men who were intent on their task. It wouldn't be long before some one made their way back to their master to inform him of locked doors. There were three. Masters study, master's bedroom and then her own room, adjoin to the Masters.<br/><br/>"I'd be perfectly fine to return to my room and let you do as wish out here, you will not be washing my room in this awful blue." She poked at the color again trying to gauge his reaction to things. She was cautious that he might reach for her again before answering. "I just have always been with my master." Their relationship had been nothing more, he had seemed to treat her like his own child, educating her and raising her.