Zoey's willpower was strained and it was taking all the she had left to not start to openly weep. She -was- trying to do what he wanted. her bare wet breasts had been used to clean most of his body and he still had not a kind word to say. She pouted, looking quite adorable but as she was behind him he could not see. She was sulking but at least if she was not being praised, at least she was not being punished. She was still pouting when he pulled away to stand in the middle of the tub and dipped under the water. Again the former noble had to shake off thinking about how handsome he was. She broke her daydream, forcing herself not to think like that. She was a slave, not his betrothed, and she must be going mad to being thinking such thoughts.<br/><br/>She stared at his as her mind focused on her surroundings instead of her thoughts and her eyes went wide. Zoey saw him staring, saw the frustration on his face and she let out a soft whimper. She hurried to comply with his order and cringed that she was to remind him to punish her later. She knew she would do it too because if she did not and he remembered, her punishment would no doubt be worse. Zoey watched as he got out and her eyes took him in. She blushed and had to look away. despite the day's ordeal she was still very shy and naive and seeing him naked left her biting her lip and feeling very embarrassed.<br/><br/>When he said that he was going to let her bath she practically dove into the tub. She was still listening intently but she could not resist the lure of the warm water. the look of glee on her face as she surfaced, water cascading from her hair was so sweet and pure that even he could not resist looking on. After he finished his instructions, she simply said<span style="color: indigo"> "Thank you Master, your wh-whore is grateful for your permission." </span>She still stumbled over calling herself a whore but not as much. She watched him move into the next room and washed hurriedly, scrubbing the ink and sweat and dried saliva. Her hands worked quickly to wash areas the she could, carefully to be more gentle where the raised red welts still marred her beautiful skin. Her only dalliance was washing her hair. She took her time, enjoying the fragrant scent of the shampoo.<br/><br/>After she had rinsed, she slipped out of the tub and dried quickly. She sat at the makeup counter and applied makeup to conceal her bruises. She had always excelled at using makeup to enhance her natural beauty so it was not hard to cover the bruises or the slight red mark on her cheek from where he had slapped her. the welts were harder but she did manage to conceal them. She applied a little makeup to her face, and for a brief moment she felt like her old self until she realized he had only given her permission to use the makeup to hide her marks. She sighed, if she had just covered her marks, he would punish her for not looking her best for his guests and if she did he would punish her for not following orders. If she was going to be punished either way, she reasoned, better to look your best. Besides, she thought, she should look noble if she was going to entice her Master's friends into paying for her. With her mood turning to despair she moved back into the other room to see if someone had the clothing she was to wear for the evening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>