The low growl of his voice and the teasing words dripping with dark promise made Zoey weak in the knees. This was not a threat of violence and her Master could give such pleasure when he chose. A deep blush blossomed on her face and only got worse when he reminded her to make sure any of his employees that gazed on her should have a good show. With that she was crushed into his side again, feeling his heat and strength and reveling in both. She walked in stride with him, fighting the urge to try and protect her modesty. She asked herself what the point of hiding it was. She was not a lady anymore. Lady's did not have the things done to them that had been done to her.<br/><br/>She smiled sweetly as the passed the worker and her back arched slightly more and after they passed her stride had just a little more sway to it. Provocative but not outright whorish. She was certain the man would not forget her for a while and she bit her lip to cover the smile that threatened to emerge. Part of her liked the attention and she was not sure what to make of that. It was a thought left for later as Quentin urged her up the stairs ahead of him and she knew his angle afforded him a great view under her skirt. She closed the stairs dutifully though, squirming a little bit as a tingling heat settled into the pit of her stomach. Clearly, she realized, she was a bit of an exhibitionist.<br/><br/>The feel of his hand on her ass brought her to a stop on the landing and she squeaked as Quentin gathered her panties into a thin strip which he wedged into the tight crevice between her firm asscheeks. It felt awkward but the pressure against her mound was not unpleasant when she resumed climbing. When she reached a door she slipped over to the rail to let Quentin open the door. Looking out over the factory she was reminded of an ant colony alive with activity but was gigantic machines. Again she marveled at how such things were possible. After only a moment Quentin ushered her into his personal workshop.<br/><br/>Zoey's eyes swept around and took in the surprisingly humble and quaint little workshop. She smiled softly. Clearly this was his passion. Under all of the finery and ambition, this was Quentin's pure joy. He did not feel the need to polish this image and she looked at him to take in his smile again. She tentatively held out the little clockwork contraption she had been carrying all this time.<span style="color: indigo">"Master, where would you like me to put this; I worry that I will ruin it?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>