Amora stood with a blank look on her face as she turned red. She wasn't sure what she was expecting when they entered him home, but she certainly wasn't expecting THAT. She gave him a look of fearful confusion as he ordered her to strip again, so she did so. Wrapping her arms around herself to cover what little dignity she had left, she slowly followed her master to the bathroom. She held her dress in one hand as she watched him fill the tub. He glanced back at her, arms folded over his chest. "slow...we need to teach you to be a bit faster" he mumbled. She gave a slight nod, but wasn't sure what she was doing in the bathroom of her new master. Weren't slaves supposed to look like they just crawled out of the streets?