<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>The back of her mind kicks into gear, faithfully recording all the relevant details: the alias the shapeshifter is using, the design of the outfit. Interesting, that. Mithril links. Hmmm, could be used as some sort of restraint. Well...a non-pervy kind of restraint. Or perhaps the creature wearing the outfit might need the extra strength Mithril affords to contain herself. Or it could be any of a number of different reasons. But there definitely is a reason. One doesn't drop the cheddar for mithril unless one must.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the front of Cinder's mind is occupied with stripping Cinder out of her clothes. By the time Mistress Bulo finishes her little monologue, Cinder is bare-ass<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">naked</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/iHENPeT.jpg)</div></div>, standing, toes pointing slightly inward, head bowed, looking far more innocent than one might think possible for a woman who'd already had at least four partners that day.<br/><br/>"Good? Me? Never," she says, a defiant little smile playing across her full lips. "I've been such a bad girl, extorting information from you and all. Maybe you should punish me."