Her body hangs by her wrists still as she feels the warm, wet cloth Nell uses to wash her lithe body. Her head hang's forward in slight exhaustion and shock by what happens as she labor's each breath she takes in.<br/><br/>"I'm...not...lying..." she breathes out softly. "i'll get my body back..."<br/><br/>Derrick lets out a whimper of pleasure from the indentured servant's questing and massaging fingers as they manipulate and clean her nether lips. Her hips wiggle in instinct as she closes her eyes as she lets out another hiss in pleasure, all the while every eye of the room takes in her movements. every move she makes is giving a free show and advertisement to what is currently available. With her eyes closed, she could not take a notice of what looks to be another interested party.