Emlyn's grasp was like a vice. He was not hurting her -yet- but there was no way a normal human would be able to escape it. She pressed her luck and put too much faith in a man like David. Now it was time to realize her folly. The knife left his grasp to clatter on the stage, but the true sound that rang out in the establishment was the sound of flesh on flesh. He had slapped hard. Much harder than what should be possible while still retaining the sensation of holding back. Her head did not manage to turn far before her chin was caught and brought around to stare up into Emlyn's own. He was not mad. In fact, there was a hint of disappointment on his face. But otherwise, it was the same cool and casual visage that had entered the room. "Your father chose to steal from me something very precious, and financially expensive," Emlyn said. "He willing complied to the bleeding of his resources, but he refuses to return the true reason for this." Emlyn released her, pushing her head back a bit.<br/><br/>His hand snaked into his suit jacket, reaching into a pocket hidden within and pulled out a paper, holding it aloft and folded between his fingers. "If you do not believe me, I will allow you to see your father's greed..." Emlyn said, letting that promise hang in the air. "After I reinforce your situation to your father, and fulfill another promise that I have already given you." Emlyn waited another moment, letting the fact he promised her proof. But, regardless of her choice, Emlyn moved the letter to a front pocket of the suit and placed his hand on her shoulder, firmly forcing her down onto her knees. Once she was in place, Emlyn grabbed her chin once more and pinched in the correct way to force her mouth open. With the hole open, her own thong was shoved into the opening, enough left out to where it was obvious what was silencing the girl. "Do not remove those until I allow you to," Emlyn said, turning and stepping off of the stage. Emlyn brought a table chair closer, standing up on it himself as a guard handed him a positively 'ancient' camera. The Polaroid was brought to his face, and, once he got the angle just right to catch the humiliating but tasteful display of Clara Allerton, the picture was snapped.<br/><br/>Emlyn stepped down as the film was produced, handing off the camera and waving the thin piece of material until the image was shown. There was no indications in the background, and the picture quality was not good enough to catch anything in her eyes at the distance that the picture was taken. With his evidence collected, Emlyn took out the letter and unfolded it, leaving it open in front of Clara to distract her as he handled sending the picture off. "You may spit them out, if you wish," he said calmly before moving away. Emlyn stepped into another room, muttering to ensure that a guard kept Clara there even if she finished the letter before Emlyn could do what he had to. A marker was taken and, in the blank portion of the film, wrote the only message that the man felt was required: 'Last Chance...'. Emlyn turned to a man that looked to be a guard that was sleeping in the room. With a slight whistle, the man was awoken and Emlyn gave him the picture. "No trace. Don't disappoint," Emlyn said. The man groggily nodded and exited the room, though the door would not open for Clara as the man stepped through to a destination that was not the main room.<br/><br/>Emlyn sighed, and shrugged off his coat as he stepped through the door himself, entering into the main room. The coat was discarded onto the bar, and Emlyn walked back down to the bottle of bourbon, pouring himself a bit more. Before he drank this time, he loosened his tie enough to toss it aside, allowing it to fall onto his suit's jacket. With that, Emlyn downed the alcohol again, setting the glass upside down on the bar. He was contemplating what to do now. She had jumped to a conclusion with his demand. A natural one, but she did disobey. Emlyn was debating whether or not to leave it with just the harsh slap, or if she required more punishment for her uproar earlier. He could not quite decide....