Her expression softens slightly at your question, and she considers it carefully before answering. "I... suppose that could be possible," she says slowly. "But you'd have to understand the terms." She pauses, looking at you intently. "You would belong to me, just as I belonged to him. You'd do as I say, when I say it."

There's a hint of command in her voice, but also an undertone of desire.

"Good," she says with a satisfied smile. "I think we can make this work." Reaching out, she places a hand on your shoulder, her touch firm yet reassuring. "Now let's get back to work and see what else the day has in store for us." Her voice is calm and collected, but there's an undercurrent of excitement beneath the surface.