Quentin nodded his acknowledgement without turning from the wardrobe to face her, and spent another couple of moments scanning his rather unexciting selection of clothes before settling on a neat black jacket to go with all the rest folded over one arm. He spun toward the door and was glad to see Zoey already absent. A few steps carried him out and along into the bathroom where he transferred his clothes from his arm to a metal rail, and slipped satisfied into the warm water.<br/><br/>Downstairs the same trio of offenders from the previous trip to fetch Quentin's food were eyeing Zoey, though this time without the head chef being anywhere in sight. Their rather cold, unimpressed faces were curled with obvious distaste, but it was coupled with a quiet fear that, for the moment, kept them in check. At least, it limited them to words and taunts, rather than grabby hands.<br/><br/>"Did he now? Well it ain't ready." The eyes of the largest, most central fellow flicked up to a large clock on the wall above where Zoey had entered. It was ticking towards 8:30, but wasn't quite there yet. "And we're on time, which means you're early. Couldn't keep away?"<br/>"I reckon the boss was just sending us some titties, y'know, to improve our mood like." chimed in a second of the men, though he was just voicing the thoughts of all 3. It was peculiar how the trio tended to speak one after the other, like some sort of hive mind. They all smirked at the idea that they'd been sent some eye candy; which was a forgivable assumption, given there was a naked, slightly pinkened looking girl stood in 'their' room. The first boy spoke again.<br/>"Reckon yer right. Anyway, little slave girl, you ain't getting nothing for another few minutes. Yeh should come and wait in here." His head quirked sideways, to try and invite her from the threshold and into the room.<br/>"We'll give yeh some right proper company. Better than that old fucker you keep calling 'master'" Said the last of them, making a mocking sing song of the last word in a terrible attempt ant charicaturing Zoey's voice. He earned himself a pair of warning glances from his friends, who fancied that his statement had crossed the line Quentin had taken such efforts to draw just the day before. They were still sore from it, and so although they weren't bright they remembered all about the limit associated with this girl. It was that which worked to keep them a few feet away from her.<br/>"He don't mean that." The first of them, their apparent leader of sorts, was taking charge and as a result the other two sort of shrank back a little. He was slightly less senseless than the others, and stood the best chance of luring her forward without earning them all another round of beatings. "All we're sayin' is you have to wait a few minutes whatever happens, an' that'd be both easier if you give us summat to play with while we waited. Reckon it might make it go faster... Who knows how much longer it's gonna be, if all we got to do is stand around like a bunch of pillocks?"<br/>His friend stepped from the background to add, finally. "So really you'd be doin' your 'Master' a disservice *not* puttin' yourself over here, see?" There were three nods.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>