Zoey swallowed hard when his attention shifted to her. She felt like her stomach was in knots. She did not know what his reaction would be but she could see the frown and that meant the punishment was going to fall to someone. Her heart pounded and as his expression grew darker she felt her fear building. She fidgeted nervously, squirming as his eyes stayed on her and she dared not to look away. Finally when the praise came she physically sagged in relief. She simply nodded along with him, not sure at all what else to do. When he mentioned her punishing them she imagined the punishments that he had doled out to her and her face twisted into a quizzical look.<span style="color: indigo">"P-punish them how Master?" </span>She knew it was a risk to question him but the idea was so alien to her, more so now that he had (mostly) broken her. She barely remembered her life as a haughty nobleman's daughter. Somehow the thought of that life seemed like a punishment on its own. It reminded her how far she had fallen.<br/><br/>Still, she did not linger when he told her to bathe and dress. She slipped away, and practically ran to the bath. She scrubbed all of the residue from her body and washed out her long hair. She knew better than to keep Quentin waiting so she dried herself quickly and combed out her hair. Another hurdle was picking what to wear. She looked through everything several times and whimpered as she felt the minutes ticking by. Finally she selected a dark, fitted vest that would show her flat stomach and tantalizing cleavage and a pair of tight leggings. It seemed appropriate if she was to punish someone. That thought still felt strange to her. She returned to his study and knocked. Once given permission to enter she presented her choice of outfit.<span style="color: indigo">"D-Does this meet your approval Master?"</span>She asked, both nervous and hopeful.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>