He stood there, taking in her realization when she'd offered herself up to him so foolishly. There really had been no other outcome for her, given the way he had reacted, tot if she wanted a sempblance of mercy from him in the future. it won her some points, however, that she stayed in his hold while he played with her body, even as he was putting up his list of suggestions. He was being a good artist, wasn't he, helping his assistant to do her job.<br/><br/>She didn't seem too keen on undressing for him, not on her own, but she shouldn't be so squeamish. He'd already had her in most ways. It was almost adorable that she thought she could govern some kind of dignity in the wake of how he'd controlled her body to betray her. When she looked up at him about the suggestion of her mouth on his cock randomly, he winked to let her know her begging gaze wasn't going to buy her leeway, cute as she might be.<br/><br/>It was, however, the idea of lewd selfies that shook her the most. He was allowed free access to her ass, and anything he wanted, but she was off-put by the idea of sending him amateur art of her own design. It of course made the sadist more attached to the idea of receiving those images. Perhaps he'd make an accompanying tone to alert him. How odd, the things that a person deemed unreasonable. Well, at least now he'd gathered another way to make her blush furiously. She seemed otherwise distracted when his finger visited over the pucker that had been such a clingy friend to him not long ago. This girl wore all her tells on her sleeve.<br/><br/>She did, however, agree and that was pleasing. Try her best. How sweet. He closed his eyes for the wet kiss and thought she was best when dressed again, anyway, at least since she was leaving. He shook his head at her offer and stroked her hips as he looked her over, sighing with approval at what he saw. "Now, remember that you don't wear underwear around me, anymore, but I do like dresses and skirts." Since she would have to wear something different for tomorrow, he'd assumed. "And don't make it too hard to handle. I don't want the hassle."<br/><br/>He was content with her work so far, and waved slowly from where he stood. It could be a friendly gesture, but it could also be construed as a bit demeaning. Little Talia didn't have much to say, either way. Perhaps she'd handled him, somehow, because while he'd helped himself to some heavy groping, she'd gotten away from this visit without any greater molestation. He supposed practicing some of the more common virtues was also good for inspiration. He had a ton of images to play with, anyway.<br/><br/>If she chose to leave, she'd soon meet up with Mr. Kingston. He looked her over like he saw something new in her, that hadn't been there this morning. He still smiled, the chocolate eyes friendly. "How's the new job treating you?" he asked as he stopped, a laptop in his hands. "Did you get him to produce anything? Does he want anything? Artists like that can be a little hard to handle, especially ones that don't really need the paycheck." he laughed and shook his head at some memories pertaining to the subject. He'd strike her as a man who'd dealt with some eccentrics, coming up in this business. "Ah, but yo have to remember not to let them take it too far. They'll run you over." He tilted his head. "Oh, that reminds me. I wanted to asked you something." he seemed a little less sure of himself, suddenly. "I... am going to see a friend at a bar after work today. He's the bartender. Would you like to join me? You can pick my mind on the work, and well, it'd be nice to get to know you a little. You don't have to, of course. This isn't one of those things."<br/><br/>But it seemed, to him, it might be a hopefully motivated invitation, the kind men usually give women. It was enough to make a very confident man nervous, at least.