She relaxed a bit at the smile - despite her nervousness, and despite the unfamiliarity of the situation, she seemed to be doing well enough to please the woman. Or at least well enough not to have earned her ire yet. The girl seemed to almost look forward to the discussion of rules, wanting the familiar structure of her life as a submissive back, the structure that was disrupted every year as her Master bound her up, looked down at her wide, uncertain eyes, and kissed her on the forehead.<br/><br/>She had never actually been asked if she had any questions - and had certainly never been taken to dinner.<br/><br/>"I...I don't actually know how my Master picks...picks who I go to. Or really who they are. Could you tell me a little bit about yourself?"