Jozel was very pleasantly surprised by the body underneath the wrapping. She was healthy to say the least, sporty body and handfuls on her chest. Perfect for what she was. He'd licked his lips when she groaned. There was awe in the room when he squeezed her tit, and Jozel, who'd tried many such offerings, noted that it reacted favorably to the attention he gave. The little girl might be too inexperienced to understand it then, but her body was already being convinced to be his.<br/><br/>He sat back when she sprung to sit up, as though to display her better, their newest pet on the rug she'd come in on. He tilted his head and pretended to listen very carefully to her scolding. The men in the room inhaled at the way she spoke, but they weren't unused to this situation either. After all, if he was a monster, native to the night and darkness, something as radiant and clean as herself wouldn't know what he did.<br/><br/>Jozel knotted his fingers together, elbows on the arms of his chair where he sat, studying her. His tongue ran the inside of his cheek, bulging his face on that side as he considered her slight, and how to correct it. he was an academic demon, then, with all the deep allure that comes with a clever beast. The men instinctively moved closer. "See, that leads me to think you're not smart. And if you're not smart, maybe you're not worth your father's debt, after all." he said and narrowed his eyes at her, to further decide her fate.<br/><br/>There was a stillness between the two. The man who owned the city and the girl who thought she would be allowed to insult him after she'd not even been able to stay in her room when he'd wanted here, on his desk. A coldness on his expression. And then he burst into motion, all his ornamental limbs showing their real use when he rose from the chair and reached for her with a flicker inside a blink. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head to the table, and lifted her hips until her knees stood for her, ass up.<br/><br/>"Now, let's see if you can be taught some manners." he said and pushed her gown up, to see what panties she had on underneath, only to peel them too, to the bend of her planted knees. Everyone in the room wanted to see what kind of behind the new debt-girl had. The hand not in her hair to keep her in place came down quickly, unless she had gotten away by some miracle, and collided his palm onto a buttcheek that had been posed for that purpose. She ways trained, taut, and he bet her texture would be firm to the slap. "The question is, little woman, if you're going to be a good girl. And you have better make me believe it."<br/><br/>He would continue cracking his hand against her ass, backhanding the other cheek for the art of it, excited to see what sounds she'd make, and how her body reacted. He of course sent his eyes down the divide too, and pulled her flesh apart to see what colors she had.