"Felicity," he echoed with a hint of approval in his tone that was all the answer he seemed inclined to give as to whether she'd be renamed or not.  Those fingers moved back to her neck, crawling over her skin like the legs of a spider until they cupped her chin and lifted her face.  He turned her slightly from side to side, taking stock of her features before he spoke again.<br/><br/>"Your voice is sweet enough," he mused almost as much to himself as to her it seemed, "We'll let you keep it I think."<br/><br/>Then he moved past her into the bedroom.  "Close the doors," he said as his fingers left her skin and he walked inside, "And draw the curtains against the night's chill."  He walked to the room's fireplace and took a seat in a large stuffed chair that sat on the edge of the room's thick rug and watched his new slave with the same intense gaze.<br/><br/>