Zipporah came out of the bedroom, a sleek gray sleeveless dress clinging to her body and showing off soft curves.  It was clear by the uninterrupted lines of the dress that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the low neckline showed off a slim but sturdy leather collar, locked at the nape of her neck.  Matching cuffs were buckled around her wrists and ankles, and long dark hair hung loose over her back.  "As ready as I'm going to be, Master."  She grinned, licking her lips in nervous excitement as she leaned into Daelen for a hug, tucking her head against his shoulder for a moment, enjoying the warmth and solidity of his body and the distinctive feel and smell of expensive fabric.