Naiobe arches her eyebrow at the scolding manner in which Corwin is speaking to her. She takes up her fork and toys with her meal, gathering a bite of greens as she speaks. Pursing her lips, she glances up again. "All right, then, Corwin." Naiobe looks straight toward the albino woman. "Strip. Now." She waits a moment, and when the woman doesn't appear to be complying fast enough, Naiobe rises from her seat and comes around the table, winding the albino's long braid around her hand and yanking hard enough to pull the breathless woman off of her chair. With her other hand, she beckons a couple servants nearby. "Take her clothes off, hang her in the hall for dinner, then take her to the kennels after the meal."<br/><br/>Unwinding her hand from the pale hair, Naiobe drops it and returns to her seat, taking up her forkfull of greens and eating it with every sign of mild enjoyment.