The glare that Quentin leveled at her made Zoey's blood run cold. Without him raising a hand she was alredy cowering although she did manage to resist the urge to bring her hands up to shield herself. After a moment he seemed to realize that she was just relaying facts, not stating opinions. A soft sigh of relief passed her lips. She did not wish to incur his wrath again, she bottom and even her throat still ached as a reminder of what all but the strictest obedience cost her. When accused her of attempting to use the opportunity she opened her mouth to explain herself, again afraid he would beat her for good measure but he had already moved on.<br/><br/>The thought of her Master showing her off to her father, of having her family know of her shame was almost too much to bear though. Luckily for Quentin and even more so for herself, her anger overrode her modesty.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I will do as you ask Master Quentin." </span>She said softly, again nervous that he would misconstrue her intentions. She knew that she had no choice in the matter and that she was going to do it. What she meant was that she would do it willingly. She hoped he did not think her words a challenge to his authority. She was so confused as to what was truly expected of her. It seemed to change at a whim. Maybe that was her Master's game so that she could never completely satisfy him and he would get to continue enjoying punishing her body.<span style="color: indigo">"I do understand cards, one learns these things with a gambler for a father. What kind of signals will they be? It can not be too big of a show, he is a suspicious man, Sir"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>