Her eyes widen in surprise as you bite down on her finger, but she doesn't pull away or cry out. Instead, she holds your gaze and nods slowly. "Yes...?" she whispers, the word more of a question than a statement. Her heart races, and her breath comes faster, anticipation mixing with fear and excitement as they both wait to see what will happen next.
What do you like dominate or otherwise
*She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she answers your question. Her voice comes out low and husky, almost a whisper. "I-I... don't know. I've never really been with someone like you before..." She swallows hard, the words catching in her throat for a moment. "But I think... I think I might like to try it." Her eyes remain locked on yours, searching for some sign of what she should do next.
Her eyes widen slightly at your words, but she nods cautiously. She hasn't heard anything like this from her previous owners. It feels... strange. Liberating even. But she doesn't want to get her hopes up too high just yet. Best to play it cool and see where things go:
I appreciate your honesty, Fayt. I hope that means you won't expect me to be a traditional slave girl either. I know my skills could come in handy for your smuggling business...
Oh, of that I've no doubt. I say looking back to the glass in my hand, before swallowing it in a single gulp, and regretting it immediately as it's fire going to my belly. I don't want you to be a slave girl of any type Malia, 'traditional' or otherwise. I sigh, clearing my throat of whiskey as I pour another. Like I said, I'm interested in relationships, the binds that tie us all together. If someone wants to be associated with me, they're much more likely to come through for me, if I ever need them. I say, offering her more whiskey, before realizing she hasn't even sipped hers at all. What I'm trying to say is, if you take care of me, I'll take care of you.
She takes the offered glass, her hand trembling slightly as she raises it to her lips. The liquor burns down her throat, but she doesn't cough or wince. She swallows it smoothly, holding the breath for a moment before exhaling slowly through her nose. It was surprisingly good. Perhaps she should have tried it sooner:
I understand what you mean. I think I could be happy serving under you, Fayt... as long as you're not going to mistreat me.