She would frown as he commented on how it wasn't so bad. She was stubborn, she did not want to admit to any enjoyment. She would seek small ways to rebel, to show her discontent but he was right. She was too smart to flat out throw a tantrum, she expected it would land her another slap. If only she realized a slap could be the least of her problems.<br/><br/>She couldn't deny his hand as he grabbed ahold of her and pulled her inside. It was lavish, she was left peeking around wondering how she had managemes to get herself caught up with this man. Oh right, she had tried counting cards.<br/><br/>She was left standing watching him move about and get comfortable. He gave one simple command. Strip.<br/><br/>She turned away from him not wanting him to see the frown that crossed her face, she didn't realize how reflective the window before her were. Her nose wrinkled and she took a breath to settle herself. She closed her eyes for a moment ad calmed her nerves, she couldn't just tug her clothes free and toss them like a burden. She knew this was not what he meant.<br/><br/>She found the rythem of the music and swayed a little. Her hands rose to her shoulders. She began to drag the black fabric down from her shoulders, white pale flesh was exposed.<br/><br/>Down it went revealing a keyhole tattoo between her shoulder blades. The dress hadn't allowed for a bra. She turned slightly to him, letting him see the out line of her flesh as the dress fell the rest of the way leaving her in the panties and heels.<br/><br/>She wondered why she felt so nervous as she turned fully to him, not fully stripped she stepped closer. Small acts of rebellion. She was soon before him, leaning in closer, a hand reaching his knee. "Shouldn't you finish unwrapping me,<i> sir,</i>" there was so much sass in the last word.