Adrian's smile waned quickly, his face focussing before he called back to her. "I do, Umbreon. And that is more than enough reason for you to follow suit." He turned back, walking over to the flat rock he'd chosen to display his equipment on. Umbre could only see a few of the items from her position, and trying to look forced the ropes into uncomfortable places. Her breasts weren't covered at all, as was normal with her, though moving around would press them forward or flat underneath the many ropes. It would not be comfortable, but quite a spectacle for those here to see.<br/><br/>The three items she could see were more rope, a small plastic bag with powder, and something which looked a pen. He had taken something from beyond her range of vision, it seemed a leather strap of some sort. Thick and as wide as the palm of his hand. Tiny holes marred the centre of the speciality whip, and as he walked over to her he let if fall into the palm of his hand with ominous claps. He did not smile, though he knew he would like this. His body spurred him on, a rise building in his pants, though not enough to show, yet.<br/><br/>"This is your last chance Umbre, you disobeyed my commands. You can either listen to me, and take your rightful punishment. Or I will make you." His looks was stern, there was no aggression in his voice, he was simply stating the facts. The night's rest had done wonders for him, he knew what he had to do and how to do it. She had no choice but easy or hard, both would work in his favour, eventually.