She'd gambled upon choosing to leave it to him, and plainly that little gambit had filed her intent to be a pleasing slave. The Baron's hand was so tight in her hair that it made her eyes water as he pushed her back. Unready for such a thing, she fell back, sprawling on the rug most ungainly, mouth falling open to loose a tiny cry of surprise.<br/><br/>The sharp command hung in the air, though, and there was no choice but to obey. Lips pressing together, she gathered herself to her feet and stood before him - white chemise and black leather bodice, the dark tumble of her hair fallen wildly around her shoulders as she brought her hands to the centre of the bodice and picked out the knot, tugging the lacing loose.<br/><br/>As she did so, the bodice sagged around her, until the lacing was completely free, and she drew the garment off and bent to lay it gently on the floor beside her. The chemise, ungathered, flowed against her curves and away as she moved, and then she straightened, looking to the Baron - for though his gaze was intense, raw and terrifying, it seemed that there was nowhere else in the room she could properly look.<br/><br/>Slim hands grasped the sides of her chemise and tugged upward, hesitant but otherwise without art as she brought into view ankles as bare as her feet, then knees - the formerly damaged one appearing no different than its fellow - and then thighs, pressed together and one leg slightly bent before the other in the timeless, natural stance of the naked virgin, though she was such a creature no longer. The swell of hips, nip of her waist, and finally her breasts and the scar just above them were revealed to the Baron as she drew the garment off and to one side, letting it fall atop the bodice.<br/><br/>Felicity shivered a little - the fire was not close enough to give her heat, and the big room was naturally cool, heat leeched out by the stone even with the large rug covering much of the floor - and started to wind her arms around her waist as she waited, naked before her Lord.