She watched him study the rod with a slow curl of anxiety in her gullet. Clearly the Baron was evaluating the rod she'd chosen, but by what standard she knew not, nor could she begin to know what result would come of it.<br/><br/>Following his instruction, Felicity rose - in a slow, careful movement that slightly favored her burst and rehealed knee. Certainly it FELT the same, but she no longer trusted the joint as she did the one unharmed. A half turn, and she bent forward to grasp the carved arms of the chair opposite his, a stance that had her bent forward and her rump presented to him, bare and pale and unblemished.<br/><br/>It took a moment's consideration of herself and his instruction to realize that her legs needed to move. One and then the othere they slid out to the sides, offering a shadowy glimpse of her pinkest flesh while she searched for her voice. When she did find it, it was thin and trembling with anticipaion.<br/><br/>"I chose that one because... It doesn't look like it would hurt as much. It's smooth and light and didn't have... Spikes..."