Zoey's pretty eyes looked hopeful when he smiled at her. She was cautious though because his amusement could just as easily be due to his coming enjoyment of crushing those hopes. She flinched just a little when his hand moved to her face and she could not help but nuzzle into his hand when he swept her hair out of her face. The gentle caress had the pretty slave making a throaty noise very close to a purr and for a moment it was just them, the shopkeeper forgotten. The moment, of course, could not last. His compliment of her to the shopkeeper had her straightening up and blushing deeply. He seemed altogether too skilled at provoking that reaction from her but at least he was not making her service the man so she concluded it was a very small price to pay.<br/><br/>A much more visible flinch, accompanied by a shudder, ran through her upon meeting the shopkeeper's gaze. The lewd stare made her desperately crave a bath and she took a tiny step toward her Master. In the moment, she had forgotten how sore she was but even the small step quickly reminded her and she winced visibly. She did not dawdle however when Quentin ushered her forward. Through everything, she carefully cradled the delicate toy, not daring to let its presence slip from her mind. The sight the greeted her made her very, very nervous. Scandalous clothing filled her vision no matter where she looked, most of it so risqué that what she was wearing seemed conservative. The worst part was that she did wonder if her Master would find her enticing in them. She tried to shake off the thought, but it refused to be banished.<br/><br/>Her gaze lifted when Quentin walked around her and he saw her eyes widen and her jaw drop in a look of awestruck horror. Her already fair skin paled further and she let out a little whimper. She looked as though she might faint from the mere sight of it all. Then he saw something. The fear died away and, while still scared, he could see her eyes move across the items, looking quizzical when she could not puzzle out an items purpose and looking nervous or ashamed when she recognized something that she had been introduced to. With hobbling steps she crept closer and continued to stare. In her mind it was a perverse game to see what she could figure out the uses for. His single word broke her daze and she jerked a little, startled.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I am afraid I am at a loss for words Master. This all looks so... peculiar." </span>Her eyes fell to the collars and subconsciously her hand moved to her slender throat, caressing where the collar would cover.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>