Brom's smile was amused and cruel as he let his fingers slip the scant distance to her folds, tracing them outside and then within.  "And what makes you think none will see it there?" he asked softly, "Perhaps it is my intention to keep you naked at all times.  Clothing is a privilege for slaves within these walls after all."<br/><br/>Then his fingers moved slowly upwards, lingering upon her breasts again.  "Or perhaps I should mark you somewhere more noticeable," he said softly as his finger moved along those soft orbs and then up along her neck to make a circle upon her cheek.