"Miss Adler," Irene says, thumb still against Odessa's lip. "The Woman." She moves her hand, trailing the tip of her forefinger down Odessa's chin and then pulling her hand back. "Your name?" It's a command; she doesn't have to shout it or sneer it to make that clear.
She's got her, she's almost sure- and she's yet to name a price. Which is always the best way to do things. At this rate, it isn't going to matter what she says, because this woman is sold. If not now, then later- if she turns away now, she's always going to wonder...and that's a thrilling power to have over somebody.
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"Miss Adler," Irene says, thumb still against Odessa's lip. "The Woman." She moves her hand, trailing the tip of her forefinger down Odessa's chin and then pulling her hand back. "Your name?" It's a command; she doesn't have to shout it or sneer it to make that clear.
She's got her, she's almost sure- and she's yet to name a price. Which is always the best way to do things. At this rate, it isn't going to matter what she says, because this woman is sold. If not now, then later- if she turns away now, she's always going to wonder...and that's a thrilling power to have over somebody.