When Quentin led her out through the factory, Zoey was relieved that the workers seemed even busier then when she had went in. She had no idea how loud she had been or how sound-proof the walls of Quentin's office were. Also, the places where her clothing clung to her were a constant reminder of what had happened and how soiled she was. She felt unclean but strangely it did not bother her as much as she anticipated. She moved carefully, still managing to put enough sway into her steps to hopefully fulfill her Master's earlier edict.<br/><br/>The walk was long and with her focus on not stumbling and keeping a careful grip on the vibrating toy she was thoroughly turned around when her focus did turn to the direction he was taking her. She pouted, not really recognizing anything to give her a bearing. Still, her attention did not linger long before returning to the somewhat arduous task of simply putting one foot in front of the other. The ache was growing just uncomfortable to painful. They stop rather suddenly facing a storefront. Her head cocked to the side and looked up at him. He did not seem the sort to idly gawk at display windows but he did not make any move to enter the shop.<br/><br/>The confusion dissipated at the sound of the woman's voice. Before she even turned to look at the woman, her condescending tone put Zoey on edge. The woman looked down on her and she wilted, slouching slightly and shuffling closer to Quentin as if to hide behind him. The haughty woman made her feel soiled and filthy and beneath even contempt. She stared studiously at her hands that so carefully cradled the toy. It was hard to not say something that would no doubt land her in trouble. Quentin's elegant rebuff of the woman stopped her own rather vulgar one before it slipped out. She was thankful as they strode on even though their destination still made her nervous.<br/><br/>She felt eyes following them as they walked and she blushed deeply but thankfully it did not last long before he led her into a shop. The slave, whose legs once again shook with the effort to keep her upright, desperately wanted to lean on the wall but instead just hugged Quentin's arm. She knew better than to do anything of the sort without his express permission. She eyed the man, feeling unsettled by his dark, attentive eyes and angular features. The conversation froze the blood in her veins<i>trade</i>?<br/><br/>Her eyes lifted to her Master's face and she saw the humor he found in her dilemma. She knew that either answer could be grounds for trouble and that if she spoke about how she sincerely wanted to avoid touching the man he might just make her do it to see her broken down that little bit more. She licked her lips nervously. She had to word her response carefully.<span style="color: indigo">"I-If it pleases you Master, I would much rather show y-you my appreciation for these gifts."</span>She bit her lip again, staring up at him with her luminous jade eyes. She was not too proud to beg and the note of desperation was heavy in her voice<i><span style="color: indigo">"Please?"</span></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>