Zoey held her face in a calm mask and looked over the kitchen. Obviously they were not as stupid as she thought judging by how things were arranged to give them enough time to harass her without drawing Quentin's wrath down on them. She did not flinch or even look away when the taller out sauntered up and lewdly stared at her bare body. The words were meant to cut and they did find a bit of a mark. It chipped away at her already damaged self-esteem. Not that these nitwits would ever know that.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"I have definitely been through much, yes. Then again, so have you if I recall. How are your backs, by the way?" </span>She saw their eyes flicker and saw a moment of nervousness.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"You are mistaken however as to the cause. At first it was because I would not behave. Again, something I believe you fell victim to yourselves. The Master does not share me because he simply does not wish to. I keep him entertained enough."</span><br/><br/>She eyed the two men purposefully and let her hand trail just around lower curve of her stomach and she smiled<span style="color: indigo"> "In fact, he had me this morning already. I can still feel him inside of me.</span>" She shivered. It was more fact than flourish but they did not need to know that.<br/><span style="color: indigo"><br/>
"So... About breakfast?" </span>she said with a soft smirk. Sometimes it was fun to toy with the kitchen help.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>