Give some answers

"Tell me what's going on down here," I said, "Who are all of you, and why are you dressed like this." I finished with a gesture at the volleyball uniform clinging to her petite frame.

"We're, like, hiding from all of the men!" she said with an obliviousness to her current situation that I was beginning to understand came very naturally to her. "Coach Maisel said that if we were outside, somebody could claim us," she thought about it for a minute and appended, "just like you did to me, master! I'm so happy you did, but for some reason a bunch of the others were, like, totes scared. I bet they'll _totally_ understand after you claim them too, though!"

Her cheery demeanor gave no indication of concern about me forcibly changing her friends worldview.

"I wasn't sure if I would like it, but I'm already thinking about all the ways I can be a good girl for you. Like, do you want to use my body?" My eyes involuntarily scanned down her slim frame, lingering on the perfectly flat part of her stomach where her tight volleyball uniform shirt met her tight volleyball shorts. Taking this as a cue, she stepped forward, leaving scarcely any room between us. "The boys used to stare all the time, but now you own me. Anything you want, it's totally yours."