On two conditions.

"Fine" you rumble, after a moment's thought. "But only on two conditions."

you look down at her, and she raises her eyebrows questioningly.

"One:" you say, going over to your bag and retrieving a waterskin and some tough jerky, and putting them down on your small round table "you eat first. I don't want you starving on me."

She nods her assent, and you continue.

"Two: you tell me why you're so damn eager to be treated like a whore, yes?"

She nods once again, and you reach out to untie her from the pillar to which she is bound. Now free, she stands, rubs the feeling back into her hands and feet, and moves to sit at the table.

you watch her all the while, careful to stay between her and the door.

she eats and drinks ravenously, and after a short while, as her pace slows, you move over to the table, pulling along your only other chair, and sit down facing her.

"So," you start, after a long silence, "why?"