Naiobe smiles in the dark, having put out the lamp. "I know." She ponders, then rolls onto her side in the bed. "I'll give you a choice, just this once," she says softly. Propping her head in her hand, she murmurs, "I can either leave it there for the evening, and you can go to sleep, or I can order you whipped for five minutes and then hung in the dining room again. Will you take just a few minutes of pain, or a whole night of discomfort?" She fixed her eyes toward the woman, almost certain that she knows what the girl will choose.