Daniel's humiliation was only intensified when she patted him, and he lowered his head once again after the collar was firmly in place.  The fight had already gone out of him, and he followed the Countess as she lead him toward the young woman.  The fact that he was fully exposed to her was bad enough, but as he approached he could see a look on her face that humililated him further.  If only he could explain to her... There was no way out.  He had tried.  Daniel sighed, and his shoulders drooped.<br/><br/>Viola's sharp voice struck him like a knife, and he quickly moved to kneel, hands behind his head as she had commanded, as well as looking back up at the girl, albeit with some hesitation.  Daniel was deeply ashamed, and the last thing he wanted was to look at her, watch her, unable to help her.<br/><br/>He bit his lip as the girl's head was jerked back and up, and the Countess began to strip her of her simple barmaid's clothes.  His stomach sank, fell away really, as the gravity of their situation started to sink in.  Breath started coming shorter and shallower as he kneeled on the cold marble floor, looking up as the young woman in front of him was slowly divested of her clothing.  Daniel did his best to avoid her eyes, but that led to problems of its own as his gaze moved down to where her breasts were being forcibly revealed.  She was very lovely, and he struggled to maintain some level of decency in this horribly indecent situation.  He was beginning to shiver as well, his digits growing numb as he held them interlocked behind his neck.