Zoey pouted upon seeing her outfit for the evening, if it could be called that. With a resigned sigh she struggled into the too tight garments. She blushed as she tried several times to adjust the tiny panties but there was just no way to change the way the fabric pulled tight against her skin. The straps at her hips dug into the soft flesh and the tiny panel of fabric was so tight to her mound that every detail was easily visible to her as she looked in the mirror even though it was several feet away. The lines of her nether lips were easily seen through the skin-tight black cloth. The top was no better, baring more than it hid and showing the bumps of her nipples under the thin cloth. She sighed again and tried in vain to adjust the skimpy clothing. The maid coming into the room startled the buxom little slave girl and she jumped at the sudden break in the silence.<span style="color: indigo"><b> "Oh no!" </b></span>She squeaked when the maid warned her. She paused only long even to commit the directions to memory before racing down the hall.<br/><br/>She discovered quickly that she had to wrap her arms around herself as she ran to keep her breasts in the barely-there top but soon she was at the dining hall. She took a brief moment to catch her breath and slipped into the room. Her eyes were drawn to the imposing portrait and she shivered slightly as the eyes seemed to judge her as harshly as her Master did. Her eyes flicked to the man, biting her lower lip nervously. She did not recognize the gaunt older gentleman but at first glance he looked rather kindly. She hoped that her assessment proved true. Her heart sank when she recognized the bulky form of Lord Stayan. She knew him by sight but more by reputation. The rumour was that he had been banned from all the brothels in the city for his treatment of the girls that worked there. She looked from him to her Master and back, praying that her Master's presence would rein him in some, assuming those rumours were true.<br/><br/>As she approached the color drained from her. She had begun to tremble and slipped to her knees. She assumed the position she had been instructed flawlessly, lightly gripping her thighs to hide her quivering. She took slow deep breaths, trying to calm herself as she awaited their acknowledgement. She prayed to every deity that she could think of that Lord Stayan did not recognize her. She could only imagine his glee at having one of her former station at his mercy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>