Naiobe had not, in fact, expected the girl to choose to be whipped, but it delights her that the girl does so. "Really," she breathes, her voice soft and predatory. Naiobe rouses herself from the bed, pulling on her dressing robe over her nightgown and moves to the next room, taking up a slender, short whip and bringing it back in along with a lit lamp. She sets the two aside and then goes about unchaining Marissa. Once that's done, Naiobe folds her arms and gazes at Marissa. "Turn 'round and hold out your arms to your sides."