"Nothing. Yet," Naiobe answers mildly, with a smile. "Now, I know that you can do more than babble nervous chatter at me... so be a good girl and give us a scream." She raises the whip and flicks her wrist. That's all it takes, really, is hardly more than a practiced flick. The whip comes sailing through the air, laying a vivid red line across the pretty girl's left shoulder... then comes a strike across her right shoulder, forming a V with the two strokes. Naiobe creates another two-stroke V just below it, across the girl's upper ribs.<br/><br/>Naiobe pauses for a moment, both to listen and to decide how many pretty Vs she wants to decorate her new toy with. Four... five... six, maybe.