Upon seeing his nod granting her permission, Quentin saw something he had not seen from his slave, a genuine smile. She looked happy that he was granting her this reward and she was quick to thank him. Once he started redressing himself, she simply crawled to the door, acutely aware of the deep bruising on her rounded backside. She stood at the doorway, pausing to look at her Master. She tried to stop the thought that he may not be all bad. He was certainly devious and god help anyone that got in his way but she actually thought that there might be the slightest flicker of feeling toward her. She shook her head thinking herself a stupid girl.<br/><br/>Going through the halls she managed to only have to ask one person for directions. She was still dressed in the same attire that she had been for the meeting with her father but it was not even noticed and the servants did not seem at all surprised. Finally she made it to the shop and entered, looking around.<span style="color: indigo">"Hello, is there someone here? I am looking to speak to Molly?" </span>She said, feeling somewhat nervous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>