[Distasteful business, slavery. Strictly speaking, it wasn't her area of expertise. Slavery was an aspect of her work, to be sure, but it was make believe; if any of the pampered men and women who came to her for her services were sold into actual slavery, they wouldn't make it one day. It made one wonder how she came into the business of acquiring slaves.

They did serve as another form of protection, no matter how distasteful she found it. ]

Mister Godfrey.

[ She spared a glance over her shoulder, raising one delicate eyebrow in return, lips pouting slightly. This one had fight. Pity, really. She did adore breaking people, but they always ended up so boring once they were broken. Once broken, he wouldn't be trainable, either. Perhaps it would have been better if he had no spark, no fire; she could have used another simpering, crying idiot. ]

I won't bore us both by assuming you have no idea why you're here. [ Her words were punctuated by the smack of her riding crop against her hand as she turns to face him, head tipped slightly to the side. ] The question is - what would you do if I unhandcuffed you right now?