Silently Euan stood before his Mistress Song, his shame no longer an issue of his mind when it came to his bare form. Her ever piercing gaze glancing over him with heated eyes. If he wasn’t mistaken he would bet she found him pleasing and as if the heaven’s wished to tease him the words falling from her mouth.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You will have ladies fawning for you once you learn to dance."</span>Song’s words making his chest puff out in instinct. Still silently he watched her with mismatched eyes, a jar appearing in her hand from a satchel. Song’s light grunt’s filling the room as she tried to muscle the jar of oil’s open.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">” Euan, will you open this please."</span>she asked as there eyes laid upon each other, a light blush covering her cheeks.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "Oh you are a delight on the eyes."</span>she breathed watching him.<br/><br/>“Mistress” he replied gently taking the jar from her delicate hands. The light color on her cheeks made a fox smirk on his lips as his eyes were on her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">’Pop”</span>went the jar as his hands hard grasped around the top of the jar, with a slight twist it came free. Silently with curious eyes he handed the jar back to Song. His gaze averting from her delicate form focused on the window to the world outside. It would be the first time in so long that he would walk without the echoing jingle of the bells of his imprisonment. His hand reaching up gently grazing the spot with his fingertips, the grooves dented into his skin.