Madeleine shrugged off Sergei’s comment with her shoulders, followed by a casual flick of her finger as she undid the last of the knot on the bundle of rope. The smooth, bendable weave of the rope was supple against her smooth skin, almost arousing. It helped to have a bondage fetish when you specialized in kidnapping; it wasn’t by chance that some of her ties were somewhat erotic…<br/><br/>At any rate, she didn’t reply. More noise meant a great possibility of being discovered, and it wasn’t like she disagreed with Sergei. His presence was a little uncomfortable, and she had her own associates that worked flawlessly with her, but it wasn’t her to start petty squabbles over business. She just figured she would pass on some advice. Whether he took it or not remained up to him. Again, as long as it didn’t interfere with their job, she had no qualms.<br/><br/>Madame Naumov’s voice sounded from the hall again, sounding like she was talking to some of the remaining parents and children, but she heard the soft satin patter of slippers against the floor when Sergei motioned for her. Madeleine slipped her bag off her shoulder, holding the first bundle of rope between her hands as she took up position silently next to him.<br/>