Camalia is angry!

"What in the world!? Where am I!?" Camalia tries to move but see's that her limbs are bound.

"What! Release me this instant you....you....scoundrels'!" Well that was a new one for you. Many people have called you many things but scoundrel was not one of them. "You know I really thought you would be more mad that most of your cloths are over there."

You turn around and point a finger at the pile of Camalia's cloths on the floor. Suddenly Camalia's face goes red as she looks down at herself. While she may have been only really covered by her pasties and C-string for a while the skirt and cross top did give her some comfort. If only helping her imagine she was more covered than she really was. She let's out a rather cute squeal as she wriggles in place, trying to pull herself free in order to cover her nearly nude body.

"Pervert! Villain! How dare you strip a girl in her sleep! Have you no shame!?" You would be lying if you were to say you weren't looking forward to Camalia's reaction. Almost as much as you were looking forward to how the bratty girl would react when you inform her you weren't done just yet.

"Technically you are just as covered up as you have been since leaving Mr. Miro's shop. Just less decorations." Camalia glares at you angrily. "And the chains?" Camalia asks before once more trying to pull herself free.

"You just seem like the kind of girl into kinky stuff like this." You muse before laughing. Even the guard in the hallway chuckles at this. This makes Camalia take notice of him.

"You! Please help me! I have been wrongly enslaved by this pervert and need to-!" Camalia is silence by you placing a hand over her mouth. She violently tries to shake your hand away by turning her head in all directions. To no avail.

"Did you forget what you were told before you fainted?" Camalia's eyes go wide before she remembers what happened at the docks. As if someone had hit a switch all the fight in Camalia leaves her. Hey body goes soon goes limp. You move your hand away from her mouth slowly before resting it on her cheek.

"Being cruel brings me no joy Camalia. But I am your Master. And as such I must tech you how to properly submit and act as a slave should. You will do as I command. You will wear what I see fit to dress you in. And, when your training is complete, you will learn to enjoy being under my thrall."

Camalia does not speak. While she does not move her head away from you she actively looks away from you. Rage still simmering in her eyes. Stepping away from her you motion for the guard to come closer. "Be mad all you like. But unlike that coward you called father I am not here to placate you."

Camalia gritted her teeth at your words but still said nothing. "Let me see what you brought. I want to finish dressing her so I can get on with my day. No sense staying here just to listen to a spoiled brat throw a tantrum." You see that the guard has a few different options in rags to dress Camalia in.

While they are all very tattered and rather raggedy looking they vary in how much they will cover the girl. One is rather wholesome as slave rags are concerned. It would cover her whole torso but would stop about mid thigh. It also seemed to tie around the sides so slipping it on Camalia would not be hard at all. It looked rather like a short dress that was put through the ringer twenty times over.

Another was a tattered mess of a garment that, while it was a lot of fabric, would barley cover anything essential. There was also two smaller pieces of fabric similar to what she was wearing when you found her in the slave pens. They could be use to cover both her upper and lower half or one of them if you would prefer. What you decide to dress her in could help in how she see's you. Allowing her to cover herself could be just the kindness she needs. Of course to some kindness is also weakness.

By the same tone you could just toss the tattered rags on her and let the blond know how lowly she actually was.