The man didn't seem too concerned with the nature of her bath. He was spending most of the time reading and writing letters relating to this business concern or that. Things were in motion that would soon enough ensure his business empire ruled over the city, with a little luck and careful maneuvering... Soon enough, in fact, Zoey would be his assistance in that matter. For now though that didn't matter; he was content to use her as nothing more than occasional eye-candy to distract from his work. His eyes would flicker up ever so often to this end, spotting her in the tub. Once he even waved a hand to encourage her to lift her body out from beneath the water, before smirking and returning to his other, seemingly more important work.<br/><br/>Indeed the next of his schemes spilled from his lips while Zoey was busy wiping the mess from her thighs, and gingerly cleaning her own snatch. "So, now that you're learning your place, it's time for you to make yourself useful as more than just a fuck puppet. There is an extraordinary amount of money to be made out there, and while my businesses are doing their part, I didn't buy you to make a loss on you. First and foremost you are my slave, yes, but equally as importantly you are going to make me a small fortune. Consider it a way to fund my fascination with toys and devices that will be used on your dirty little body anyway."<br/><br/>He smiled, leaving his heavy chair and wandering to where Zoey had paused in her bathing. He didn't interrupt her, he just knellt alongside her, watching her all the more curiously. "For starters, an easy one. I want what's left of your fathers fortune. He might have lost both of it, but I know he sold you rather than his production lines, and it's them I want next." Quentin leant forward, one elbow finding the rim of the bath and supporting his head. "What's the easiest way to get at him? Blackmail? Threats? Or should we simply lure him into an extravagant gamble, and con him for all he's worth?"<br/><br/>It felt odd to the man, sharing his half-formed plans to this slave. Particularly when many of them were sensitive, or outright illegal... But then he could read people well enough to know - or at least think that he knew - that Zoey was past the point where she'd turn on him. She'd be too afraid, most likely, but then there was the odd draw that kept slaves loyal through more than that. A sort of fascination with their masters. It was this that the man was reliant on, and which was to some small extent a weakness of his.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>