Oh, if only he knew how unruly she could be. Feeling his fingers under her chin, she bit her bottom lip. "My name is Contessa, but I've always gone by Tessa. What's your real name, Master?" It was out of line, but she wanted to know. Going a bit further, she leaned her head into his touch and smiled seductively at him to help soften her disobedience.
"Where will I sleep? Can I wear my own, old clothes?"