Strangely enough, his refusal to let her dress was met with a fair amount of aplomb - despite her people's many taboos regarding sex, nudity was not figured among them. To be without clothing was a natural state, and well-enough accepted by the pale creature with a nod of her head.<br/><br/>His next words brought a marring crease between her light and arching brows - he spoke of her as a thing, and one among many.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"...how many?"</span>Unspoken went her true question - how far had his cruel enforce captivity stretched? What challenge did she face, in going quietly with him to try to right his wrongs?