"I know - but I feel fine. I promise." She said softly, sighing content at the attention being paid to her breasts. She couldn't help but smile, her hand resting on his back, before running down, linking fingers with him for a second, then dropping them. There was a line between slave and something more, and she knew better than to cross it. She was a slave. It didn't mean anything more than that.
"I... can't believe I've been here a month and... she hasn't tried. No asking after me, no... looking for me. I thought she'd have cared, been angry at least... but nothing." She closed her eyes, shaking her head, knowing it was something stupid to be upset about. "Guess I was just... I dunno... An ornament to her."