The dryad draws in a breath at the pinching metal, a tiny mewl at the sensation and the weight.  The collar is familiar and she lifts her chin to offer her neck to it.  Like the mark upon her shoulder it protects her from the others by showing that she is Naiobe's.  And as her Mistress looks her over and pets her, she cannot help but smile and straighten proudly.  "Thank you Mistress," she says softly and honestly, "I like being pretty for you."<br/><br/>She slips to her hands and knees and follows, making sure not to lag behind.  The swaying of her bells tugs at the clamps and sends odd tingles into her, not really painful yet but she knows her nipples will be sore and tender before long.  The stairs are more challenging to crawl down than the floor, and the edges are painful against her shins.  The bells tinkle a bit more as she scrambles along, trying to both keep pace with her Mistress and not lose her balance and slide down the stairs.  Not only would that be quite painful, but it would also embarrass her Mistress for her to be so clumsy.<br/><br/>Once they reach the hall without incident, the dryad allows herself a tiny proud smile.  Without looking up, she can see only the feet of the others, but she arches a little anyway and makes sure to sway a bit as she crawls along behind her Mistress.  After all, Mistress would not have decorated her so unless she wanted to show her off today.<br/><br/>"Good morning Daughter."  The Baron's voice made the dryad tense up a little and she darted her eyes about to seek out the impeccable polish of his boots off to the side.  She could see he was not alone, undoubtedly the second pair of fine boots belonged to the visitor Mistress had mentioned.  The dryad started to lift her head in curiosity but caught herself.  A good pet did not look up at her betters.