Miss Shaw smiled at the stuttering Ceila before her. The tip of the cane continuing to stroke along the length of her neck towards her jaw then pressed tighter against her skin. Lifting her head up to face the ceiling like one would a horse, Miss Shaw did not care how much pressure it took to have Celia do the simple task as she reached with her other hand to grasp the handcuffs by the chain that ran between them. The handcuffs themselves brushed against each other a light tinging sound seeming to fill the air despite it's truly small sound.<br/><br/>"To my desk girl and be sure to remove your out fit correctly this time. I do not wish to find a item of your clothing after you have left as I did last time."<br/><br/>As she spoke she broke the canes contact against Celia's skin sharply and suddenly as she walked away from her. Though she did not know of Celias thoughts her mind briefly cast back to when they had first met. At Celia's interview. The shy mouse quickly catching her attention and awaking something she had thought had been put out of use and to disrepair. She tapped the tip of the cane lightly against the windowsill as she folded her arms across her front, waiting for Celia to move and do as she was told.