"Thank you Samantha, you made a good choice on your outfit." I smile as I watch you kneeling on the floor, it is another of the things that your former master must have taught you. It is not one that  often request of obedient slaves, but I won't change it for now. I walk closer and slide my hand under your chin, holding it in the between my thumb and finger while softly pulling you up. "Stand up, I want to get a better look at you." I take a step back as you stand up, letting my hand fall to my side as I watch you after caressing the leaf with your name that hangs from the silver necklace. "Turn around." I appreciate your curves through the delicate fabric of the dress, my eyes falling to your pumps and then back to your full chest and upwards to your eyes. The dress does suit you to my liking.<br/><br/>Smiling again as I finish my appraise of your looks, I turn around towards the door and glance at you over my shoulder. "Follow me in silence, do not speak unless I speak first." I head outside and then down the stairs, keeping a steady pace without rushing. Soon, I lead you to the metallic door under the stairs, concealing a dark stone stairway behind it,which you can notice as I open it. I reach into the dark, grasping along the wall until I find a torch, setting it aflame with a lighter that returns swiftly to my pocket.<br/><br/>"The floor is made of stone, be careful, there is a hand rail along the wall on the left side." The blocks on the floor are big and tightly set against each other, but the humidity makes them a bit slippery when not cleaned thoroughly by the household. There's also the crevices between them, most are too close for it to pose a threat for your pumps but a few that are wide enough.