Emlyn's face contorted a bit at Clara's question. First, it was disappointment over the fact she believe she was allowed to speak, but it quickly shifted to one of disbelief, as if she believed that such affairs were so quickly handled. Perhaps she was unconscious for the trip here. It may have taken a bit of time, but he had hoped she would have enough common sense to realize that a few hours was not enough time for a proper reaction to the reinforcement of his demands. "No, your father and fiancee both received their copies of your first picture only an hour ago," Emlyn said. "They are taking their time attempting to find you through that picture, and attempting to find non-existent ways to circumvent my demands by exploiting greed. Your father moreso than your fiancee, of course."<br/><br/>"However, I am beginning to believe I underestimated your father's greed," Emlyn said, leaning back in his chair. "Thus, for secondary plans to succeed, you shall be fulfilling the role of my possession for the foreseeable future. You are free to roam the house, backyard, and garden, naturally. Keeping you tied to a chair for months on end would simply be impractical. Past the basic necessities that are food and water, though, you shall have to earn. How you earn it is your choice," Emlyn then gestured to her breasts, pointing out the fact she was putting them on display by hiding them as she was. "Though it seems you already have a preference, if your subconscious is accurate." Moving on from the topic, Emlyn explained further, ensuring that she was fully aware of her situation. "If you choose to be unruly, or choose to set even a toe out of where you are allowed, then what you earn shall be taken from you. And if nothing is able to be taken away... then there shall be incentive collected to encourage your father's cooperation."<br/><br/>Emlyn felt he had said all that was required by this point, choosing to lean back upright and turn back down to his book. "You may stay in here or leave to another room if you wish," he said, not looking up from whatever he was studying. "We are done with our conversation, regardless." He expected nothing but obediance from her, for her own sake and the sake of her family. It would earn her some modesty in a few days' time if she complied. Or it could lose her a tooth, a fingernail, or something larger, depending on how proud she saw herself to be. But Emlyn did not mind. She was turning from the main piece to a pivotal supplementary piece. So long as he could keep her alive and exploit her, then there would be no problem keeping her in this secluded villa.