She accepts her new position.

Initially flabbergasted by his abrupt declaration, Sasha comes to realize that honor among the nobility may amount to little, especially considering her earlier arrogance. Or perhaps the hope of avoiding humiliation led her to believe that her promised much more than he really did. His second statement however fills her eyes with cautious hope. She squeezes her trembling hands, knuckles turning white. With each passing second, courage sifts through Sasha's newly subdued mindset as she finds comfort in the suggestion of dignified reprieve in public. With relief apparent in her posture, Sasha gulps down misplaced dignity and heads towards John. Eventually finding her place near the edge of the bed, she wobbles slightly before remembering that posture reflects confidence. With newly refocused determination and loosened limbs, Sasha comes to realize that maintaining proper poise is vital for preserving her sanity moving forward. That said, the cause of her earlier losses resides starkly in view – just steps away from his commanding presence. Thus, she musters enough strength to kneel submissively before him, her ample cleavage highlighted by her chaste attire. Casting her gaze upon him, a weak question trickles from her mouth in soft hush, "…what…do you wish for your servant to do?"

Kneeling firmly now with head held high, Sasha waits expectantly, unaware of whether she just locked herself into domestic servitude or worse. Will she be **** to strip? Or wait patiently for her master's commands, unaware that perhaps none would come? Either way, complete obedience quickly becomes Sasha's mantra, regardless of potential consequences – just as long as he ensures that her public image stays intact.

Her new master looks down at her satisfied. "I didn't even ask for you to kneel but it seems you understand your place." he says smugly before asking her. "Well since you are so good at being a **** how about you guess what I want from you…" His hardening erection visible through his pants perhaps giving her a hint.

Acutely aware of his confidence and the meaning behind his words, Sasha feels apprehension overcome her entire being as dread immediately sets in. Looking at his conspicuous bulge, she hurriedly averts her gaze. On some level, she knew that this day could lead to her descent – endless crumbling doubts vanish amidst flushed cheeks and unspoken regret. Seemingly frightened that her previous position led directly to this predicament, Sasha tries to conceal crumbling facades beneath stoic rigidity. Yet those structures soon falter and crumble as fingers brush the cool fabric of her dress.