Naiobe whips the girl a few more times, until there is a total of six marks: shoulders, mid-back, lower back, ass, upper thighs and lower thighs. She sets the whip aside and runs her fingers down one of the red welts, marveling at the contrast between the albino's pale skin and the livid marks. She grins, then stretches out on the bed next to the woman. Laying her head on its side, she faces the pretty woman, the tip of her nose nearly touching that of her new pet. "Shhhh," she soothes softly. "You," she tells the woman, reaching up to stroke Marissa's cheek, "have been given an opportunity. A gift. I have a small collection of pretty things, and you are the latest addition to that." She runs those soft fingers oh so gently up and down the woman's pale cheek. "This makes you special, and protects you from torments by any hand but mine."<br/><br/>Naiobe leans forward and kisses the woman on the forehead. "You are protected in a place where few have that luxury," she murmurs, then smiles thinly. "I will show you."