He was going to make her answer. She should've known her answer wouldn't cut it. Hesitation rested in her, and her cheecks were tinged bright red. "I..." She paused, formulating her words. "I liked it. It almost added to it; being tied up, I mean." She was hesitant to continue. She hoped it would sate his questions, saftisfy his curiosity.<br/><br/>She stared at the wall, opposite of her, not wanting to turn her head towards him. "I'm sorry. It's just- This is all really new for me. It'll take me a minute to adjust." She bit her lip. "Tomorrow. You have an introduction planned then, don't you? That'll give me some time to mull things over, let it seep in. Once we finish, I'll tell you what I think." She turned lightly to gaze at him, her bondage restraining her from too much movement.<br/><br/>She saw the doubt in his eyes, and instantly felt regret. "I didn't dislike it at all. Bondage is something I look forward to exploring." She spoke quickly, trying to reassure hiim the best she could. "With you." She added the last part in, quieter this time. She knew she was likely talking to much. Many of her mannerisms were unlike that of a slave. She spok her mind, acted without command, and the list went on. It would take time for her her to adjust to her new position, and to find a groove.<br/><br/>Harper sighed. Words were never her forte, and the more she tried to fix this, the more she stumbled. She was not the slave type. That was a certainty. Yet she knew she'd need to settle into that position, especially to please him. She pondered what the next day would bring, and if she'd actually be able to meet his expectations.