Zoey could not help but blush at the smile and nod she received, acknowledgement that he approved. Her breath caught in her throat when his hand caressed over her flat stomach. She leaned slightly into his touch and the small part of her that still felt that giving in like this was wrong screamed its outrage to no avail. That voice could barely be heard amongst the rest that were beginning to think that Quentin was actually nice as long as she obeyed him.<br/><br/>At his order she left the room, moving through the house without getting lost this time. With every step her heart beat faster. She was soon to see her father and he would in turn see her resplendent in her shame and disgrace. He would see her baring more skin than was in any way decent and he would also see all the abuses that skin had suffered. This would work; it had to. She stood rigidly while she waited with her hands at her side, legs shoulder-width apart. She took a few deep breaths to clam herself and made an effort to look even more sullen. Her father would be along any moment, punctuality was one of his more admirable traits.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>