The man was eating his breakfast with one hand, and reading a letter with another. There was a small pile of papers on the table demanding his notice, and for the first few moments he barely even acknowledged the girl, instead sharing his attention between note and food. There was a servant in the room, too, standing neatly against a wall... She paid more attention to the slave, but of course didn't move to help or jeer at her, like those in the corridors tended to. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse... It made her question whether she was visible, never mind significant. The only noise was the occasional crunch of toast, or ruffle of paper as he switched from one document to the next.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, she caught his attention. It was hard for Quentin to ignore so pretty a girl, even if she was a slave and his whenever he fancied it... She was still a fine figure to look at, even with cum leaking from her and barely-healing wounds adorning other sections of her body. "So, slave." He folded the note he'd been halfway through, and put it to one side. That same hand reached down to pluck the toy from her mouth, and put it on the edge of the table. Instead he pulled the broad bowl of assorted leftovers toward her, and placed it on the floor in front of her, reminding her how hungry she was. Cum was hardly a diet, and she'd had little enough else since the lunchtime prior... So much so that even her breakfast looked appealing. His hand waved, though, to stop her from diving toward it.<br/><br/>"You were good this morning, and did at least -try- yesterday... So I've decided to let you off your punishment. I'm also going to focus today's training on how to act, so punishment will be limited to what you deserve, but you'll be good, won't you slave? You remember what you learned yesterday, I take it? Do you want me to wheel some guy in here for a demonstration?" His eyebrows lifted, genuinely questioning her. When she answered, though, his hand moved and even flickered a little to invite her toward her meal, the rest of his body settling back and relaxing in the tall chair.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>