Returning to a straight posture, Viola looked down on the girl, a menacing sheen drifting over her features. Looking to the guards that had brought her in, she nodded to them. They grabbed the girl by her upper arms and brought her back to her feet.<br/><br/>"You see." The Countess would state as Christina was lifted and brought before her again. "That's much better." A hand would go up and flick away the girl's tears. Then, she'd look at the crystalline dampness that was on her fingers. These would be brought before her mouth, so that her tongue could snake out and taste her tears. A deep chuckle rumbled in her throat, and then she clapped her hands twice. A servant would come scurrying into view, and upon a pillow he had two articles. One of them was a simple leather collar with a metal loop from which a leather lead was attached. There was one little jingle bell on there as well. The other thing, was a pair of gilded scissors.<br/><br/>Plucking up the collar first, she walked to Christina and placed it about her neck, making sure it was snug enough to stay put, but loose enough so she could breathe easily. Then, she'd extend the lead and hand it to the servant who brought these things to her. She'd take up the scissors now, and then look to the guards. "Take her by her wrists. Spread her arms out and hold them there."<br/><br/>Her attention was stolen a moment as the other slave was brought forth. Again, silence permeated while she looked over him quickly with that calculating gaze she possessed. Submissive. He did not fight the way that the female was. Looking to the guards that held Christina now, she'd state. "One moment."<br/><br/>Silken skirts hissed as she moved towards Daniel now, and began an inspection of him. He was not in as bad shape as the girl at least, and seemed to be. His attitude also appeared to be far more obedient. This humored her, her expression letting on that she thought so. "Yin and Yang." She murmured, smirking yet again. Reaching forward, she'd cup his chin in her hand, lifting his face so she might speak to him directly. "Would you disrobe for me?" She posed this question, to test if his quiet demeanor was really just a show, or if he was truly a good listener.