Zoey tried to keep her head up but it took mere seconds for her to lower her gaze to avoid all of the stares. It felt as if every eye in the country was fixed on her and she fought down the urge to fidget nervously. She felt helpless under the scrutiny but strangely also a little uplifted by the attention. She felt the air brushing her thighs and tried to keep them together to stop anyone from seeing but the result was an exaggerated sway to her hips which seemed just as bad so she gave up and just walked. It was easier to keep pace with Quentin when her firm thighs were not compressed.<br/><br/>Quentin's words whispered so hotly into her ear had the former noble shivering. Some part of her liked the attention. She liked that many were envious of her Master for having such a prize or her for her beauty. Even as a slave she was still an object of desire and a small part of her was greatly aroused by that. When his arm pushed slightly at her back and she arched she found it a little awkward to walk and she was careful not to arch too far because at this point even a little more and she would end up baring her breasts in the streets. Walking away from the market, Zoey was somewhat able to regain her composure even if only a little. She still felt fidgety and the strange arousal. Neither feeling lessened when the glances from the workers landing on her flesh. They were in no way subtle and Zoey trembled against Quentin's side.<br/><br/>She was thankful when the Aritas & Sons sign loomed out of the steam and smoke. As they approached the sights were simply overwhelming. She tried to follow the complex mechanisms and the cogs driving more and more other cogs but soon she gave up and simply marveled at the spectacle of modern machination. Zoey looked up at her Master and she stared openly. He looked truly happy even more than after her most successful attempts to please him. She found herself smiling at the joy his voice held as he explained his workshop.<br/><br/>The sight of the man practically bounding down the staircase and calling out to her Master almost made her giggle. For some reason she found it amusing. When the man's eyes settled on her she was back to furiously blushing and looking away. She raised a hand to stifle another giggle however at Quentin's dismissive words. Zoey's gorgeous green eyes rose to meet those of her master when he asked his question.<span style="color: indigo">"I think my Master has a very handsome smile." </span>She said with a teasing smile, taking a chance that his good mood would let that slide.<span style="color: indigo">"And I think that your workshop is a marvel of the new age. I have been around factories and workshops often but I have never seen something to match the scale of this one."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>