As Devero reaches for a tool, Heber reaches in to a pocket for a small remote, presses a button, and waits. The eyebrow arch is unreadable; is he impressed with Devero's selection? Disappointed? Either way, he accepts the flogger, turning it over with a thoughtful noise just as there's a soft knock at the door.
"Enter."
A young slave - perhaps just out of their teenage years? - enters, head bowed. Heber glances at them, briefly, then stands, voice calm and conversational; "There's no better way to learn than through a demonstration, in my opinion. Remove your shirt and stand at the wall," he orders the new face, who swallows nervously but hurries to obey.
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Date: 2022-07-27 01:29 am (UTC)From:"Enter."
A young slave - perhaps just out of their teenage years? - enters, head bowed. Heber glances at them, briefly, then stands, voice calm and conversational; "There's no better way to learn than through a demonstration, in my opinion. Remove your shirt and stand at the wall," he orders the new face, who swallows nervously but hurries to obey.