Zoey's cheeks burned and she longed to cover her body as their eyes raked over every inch of her flesh. She felt herself trembling, especially at the way Lord Stayan eyed her but forced herself to stillness. She listened silently as the men discussed her like a fine horse or good hunting dog. Her unease increased as the older gentleman's eyes never seemed to waver from her but he remained completely silent. Lord Stayan asking if she was for sale made a knot of fear clench in her stomach and she had to stifle a whimper. She cringed when Stayan asked the lewd question but at least her Master had said that he would not sell her.<br/><br/>The next thing she knew, Quentin was kneeling beside her, his expression showing that he was deadly serious as he told her both her duty and the punishment for failing at it. She nodded, the little color her skin retained draining away at the mention of her Master flaying her flesh. She believed him completely.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes Master, I understand." </span>Was all she could think to say. Then he was simply gone, over talking to the butlers about the meal presumably. With a heavy sigh she slipped under the table to await the beginning of what would surely be a long night of suffering and degradation. Feeling a sense of intense shame she opened her mouth and began to quickly work at stretching her jaw muscles. She knew that they would be aching by night's end. She simply sulked under the table as she heard the men talking about a party. She just waited, getting more sullen by the second as she thought of all the parties that she had attended and how she would never attend them again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>