Quentins gaze flickered from head to toe in a moment, and his lips purses. For one very uncomfortable moment the man was hesitating on the verge of dissatisfaction, despite the girls best efforts. "Lose the collar, I will tell you when you've earned it. The dress is passable... " His eyes paused on her underwear a moment, judging whether or not to let her keep it, before finally nodding and leaving it.<br/><br/>His hand reached forward for the collar. When Zoey pushed it into his grip he decided it was time to drop another little goal for the fledgling slave. "I will collar you when I think you're worth collaring. You're on the right path, but not there yet."<br/><br/>He tossed the collar past Zoey, to land at the foot of the wardrobe. Someone would tidy it later. "Now... As far as your father is concerned you hate me and want more than anything to go home. You will follow my orders, but make no efforts beyond them, and be sure to hate any mention of sex. Meanwhile you're more than willing to forgive your father. Understand?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>