"Finish your thought," he sighed against her cheek, drawing a little closer. "Never hesitate with your words before the master."<br/><br/>His hands turned, just barely missing the threshold for prying her bodice off completely. Instead his rough, thick fingers followed its curve down the center, circling around her breast. But he moved on, grazing his fingers over the knots and string of her brassiere, plucking them like an instrument on his way down to her stomach.<br/><br/>The slaver, who should be stopping this, just looked on with trepidation, perhaps hoping the agent would come to like Viola enough to look the other way on his lack of discretion. He even glared at the girl, expecting her to follow along quickly and not disappoint.<br/><br/>"Ah, you would have known that if you were trained, I suppose," the man guessed, leaving him just one conclusion. "Were you a virgin before your capture? You have beautiful, unmarred skin... you did not fight back when they took you," he then pointed out.