'<strong>What do I do?</strong>' he thought, his mind a torrent of chaos. He walks down to the storage room, intent on finding something for her to wear. First he's sent to collect cargo from a base that's being attacked, now this. '<strong>She thinks I'm her master now. How did this-</strong>' he begins morosely thinking, then he remembers. She asked about the cargo. He had said.. the cargo was his. And since she was part of the cargo, that meant..<br/><br/>He shook his head, mentally throwing his hands up in defeat. She had him dead to rights on that one. '<strong>Well, that's official. I'm a freaking slaver now.</strong>' he thought, opening the door to the storage room, and looking in some of the crates there. '<strong>That may be, but that don't mean I have to be like them..</strong>' He had put stuff here that he simply wanted to forget about. That would not be happening today, as he looked through one of the boxes, picking out a nice, long dress, then closing the box again. '<strong>She would want me to put them to be put to use..</strong>' he thought, closing the box, then the door as he exited.<br/><br/>He headed back to the bathroom, slowly opening the door, and looking in. '<strong>Might as well get used to her.. body..</strong>' "I have brought you something. I hope it will fit you.." he said, trying his best to keep his gaze on her face, which was not such a difficult task at all.<br/><br/>The dress was simple, common quality green silk, cut rather low in the back, the front seemingly having being altered for a rather.. busty female.