"It's a lonely few that die here that quickly," Naiobe responds. "You will not die, girl." She runs her fingers through the girl's pale hair, then adds, "I have a collection of pretty pets, and I intend to add you to it. I simply needed to jump through certain hoops to make sure you were suitably mine." A catlike, sly smile spreads across her shapely lips, while she tries to imagine Corwin's reaction when he reaches the kennels and finds there is no show. With that thought, Naiobe is reminded to instruct her guards to allow no one entry for the evening, and she does so.<br/><br/>Turning back toward the woman on the bed, Naiobe ignores any protests from the pale woman as she turns the albino onto her stomach. She hooks soft scarves around the albino's wrists and secures them to the head of the bed, then spreads the woman's ankles wide and ties them in place also. For a moment, she rests one small hand on the captive woman's upper thigh, leaning in to inspect the tender skin between the woman's legs. Then she moves down the bed again, opening a chest at the foot of her bed and pulling out a simple, thick whip. She does not use it yet, but pauses to savor the moment of anticipation and fear before she does.