Zoey had to giggle at the way Molly talked about her Master. It was so strange to hear someone talk as though they had a choice but to do as they were told. It seemed strange from her perspective.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I'm Zoey." </span>She mumbled upon the request for her name. She bit her lower lip nervously; worrying that this woman's 'filling Quentin in' might get her in trouble. She sighed softly though, because it was inevitable anyways. Something would happen and she might as well not worry about it.<br/><br/>She watched the woman walk around the counter and had to smile. The woman was pretty enough and carried herself well. Zoey turned to lead the way and blushed at the thought that Molly could easily see the deep bruising to her backside.<span style="color: indigo">""Y-yes, he told me the way. Which way is the storeroom?" </span>She went where Molly said and once she had what she needed, she led Molly to the lounge as instructed. She knocked, waiting permission to enter.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>