Natasha was rather enjoying the solitude of the place, pleased not to be stuck at the three broomsticks from morning to night. She was, of course, in constant contact with her Lord, reporting her progress as she played her part of scared little victim.
Her attempts to be beautiful, of luring the man in bed, had so far been unsuccessful, but she did not worry too much. He seemed protective enough of her, and that was more than enough.
"Hi," she answered as he walked through the door, the right amount of alarm on her face. "One day I might actually hear the door open and not want to jump out of my skin."