"I know how to sing and play some instruments. I was part of the church's choir and learned to play guitar and piano since I was very young. As far as dancing goes, I entered classes a year ago after I quit the army. You will no be very pleased with my dancing. Having said that, I know how to do aerial yoga and normal yoga. You know, I hang off flexible silks and try to look graceful. My other skills include punching and kicking people, but I don't know if that's something that would be accepted here." Zoe admitted with a small smile. Once they were done eating, the young woman had him hoist her up onto the Tarn once again after tying the large blanket around her body like one would a towel. As fun as it was to ride up in the air, Zoe would have to talk with Daniel about purchasing something other than the silks she was going to wear. She was pretty cold and the silks wouldn't be good enough to help her with her problem.<br/><br/>When they descended from the Tarn, Zoe followed behind Daniel with the blanket tightly wrapped around herself. Trying to be as helpful as she could, Zoe helped Daniel prepare dinner that night. The stew wasn't hard to prepare. She'd spent many days in the kitchen of her home, slaving away over soups and baked goods. A stew was easy to make and she'd made sure it was extra hearty and meaty. They had casual conversation over dinner and Zoe helped him wash the bowls afterwards, trying to be helpful once again.<br/><br/>"I would prefer if you refrained from employing the word 'use' when you're around me. It makes me sound like I'm an object... which I guess I am under the laws of this planet. But still, I would prefer if you didn't consider me as something to 'use'. I already feel like a miserable piece of shit, and I don't need you to remind me how bad my situation is. You say a relationship between a Master and his slave are special, but 'using' someone doesn't sound special or pleasing to me." Zoe took the white silks in her hands and put them on. The air of the night was cold and sent shivers up her spine. This was the saddest excuse for a garment she'd seen. Even strippers were more clothed than Zoe was at this moment. With an annoyed sigh, she approached Daniel and laid down on the blanket next to him. The young woman stared at the night sky as she draped her own blanket around herself.<br/><br/>"You know, I wouldn't be invading your space if I had some decent clothes and not this handkerchief over my body." It was meant to be a joke, but there was some truth to it. Zoe sighed and turned away from Daniel, allowing herself to release all the pent up emotion accumulated over the time she'd been here. She allowed herself to let it all out, feeling overwhelmed by today's events. She was poorly dressed out in the cold and felt humiliated by the collar and chain that Daniel was making her wear. Zoe's body was shaking, both with anger and sadness. With a soft sigh, she stood up from Daniel's blanket and went to sit by the campfire on her own, trying to get some warmth. It wasn't only the cold, but everything that had happened. "You promise me a better life, but so far this sucks balls. You are fully clothed and I'm sitting here with every single part of me hanging out, exposed to the cold air. I'm cold, angry, confused and miserable. Some women may like to expose their tits and ass to the world, but some of us enjoy modesty."<br/><br/>"Please kill me." Zoe pleaded desperately, feeling hopeless for the first time since she'd left her foster family. "I can't do this... I will never be able to do it. I've been through a lot of shit in my life, but I don't think I can put myself through this again. I know what it's like to be a slave and I promised myself I'd never do it again. I would rather die than belong to someone again. If you don't kill me tonight, I'll probably end up doing it myself. I can't do this... I can't..."<br/><br/>Zoe buried her head in her hands and shook her head back and forth, releasing a powerful scream. When she looked up at Daniel, the look on her face read of true misery and dread. "I won't be able to do this. You got the wrong girl. Those people that captured me royally fucked up when they brought me here." Zoe screamed again, gasping as she wallowed in her own misery. "I just want decent clothes and a little respect. That's not too much to ask for, is it?"