<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Just as about Paislee was about to leave, Orca spoke up--<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one must decline, it is obvious that this is where the master sleeps." </span>Paislee gave a sigh, closing her eyes for a moment to find the patience within herself to not snap at Orca. She didn't want to be called master, and she certainly was in no mood to argue with where the man slept!<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Look, Orca, I know you are used to---WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"</span>Paislee had just opened her eyes to find Orca holding up a piece of her old lingerie.<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one never understood human clothing. Why wear something that is nearly see through? This one would just go around nude at that point,"</span>the curious creature said, causing the woman to take in a deep breath--her cheeks becoming a bright rosy color (from embarrassment, anger, or both, she wasn't really sure). Quickly she strode across the room and snatched the garments away,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "I said you could sleep in the bed, not go through my clothes!" </span>she snapped, though her eyes did not meet his once. She hurriedly folded the garments back, though it had been a useless task as she only unfolded them as she stuffed them angrily back to where Orca had pulled them from.<br/><br/>She tried to remind herself to remain calm and patient, but it was a tiring task indeed. Instead, she tried to focus on Orca's likely rhetorical question.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"This human clothing is not designed for everyone to see. This particular type of clothing is meant to entice your mate to...well, you know...mate,"</span>towards the end of her explanation, it was obvious Paislee was quite frazzled. This was not a conversation she had ever expected to have, especially not with Orca. The last thing she wished to discuss was the lingerie she no longer wore.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"Look," </span>she said with a sigh, bringing a hand up to rub her forehead,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "you will stay in this room. You will sleep on the left side of the bed. You will not refer to me as Master. I am Paislee--simply Paislee."</span>She dropped her hand, eyes finally meeting Orca's,<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "And please do not rummage around in my clothes anymore...I swear we will get you your own--and if you don't wish to wear clothes, then we'll get you a new loin cloth that suits all your heart's desires--just please, for the love of my brittle bird soul, do not go through my clothes ever again."</span>