The Colonel never quite knew what exactly went on in Zara's mind... but he knew that something was<em>different</em>now. A common man might not have known, but bedding queens and royalty alike who were bred and taught to use their cunts more for political gain than pleasure or let alone love alone taught him a thing or two in reading them. This whore appeared as though she used it both for her own gain and ecstasy, and in his mind she seemed less... snarky than before.<br/><br/>Twisting his lips into a pleased, approving smirk, Zara was laid back upon the mattress, slipping the appendage out of her forbidden orifice as both hands were now free to dig deep into her scalp, tugging fiercely at her hair with the residue wrath still remaining in his thoughts as his full body's weight pinned her down by the breasts, capturing the whore's lips for his own with his tongue coiling deep within her mouth, exerting its claim over her and coordinating the sensual assault against the relentless throbbing deep between her legs.<br/><br/>When he finally was sated with the end of this first round, without bothering to conceal a throaty moan of reluctance the Colonel pulled away, showing before her very eyes the generous thickness that had ravished her earlier, dribbling with their mingled essences as he stooped down to retrieve the discarded velvet box and dangles the necklace before her very eyes to drag out the viewing of the gift. Thankfully enough, he still remembered his manners, sitting on the edge of the bed against her side and waited for her to sit up so that he could place it around her throat proper.