Your spy has come to visit

You listen at the cottage door, not hearing anything. Carefully and quietly you open the door and step inside, looking to the living room where the lights are on.

Valerie Cummins sits on the couch, looking at you expectantly, her face obedient and eager to please.

"I found something out," she says, sounding proud of herself. "I found it out and I came to tell you. I've been waiting until you came home."

"Did I tell you that you were allowed to sit your filthy body on my furniture?" you snarl at her.

"No!" she whimpers, her eyes going wide with fear as she leaps off the couch as though stung. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean....I mean I didn't know...I'm so sorry."

You stalk towards her, taking great pleasure in seeing her tremble at your approach. She bites her lip, her eyes unable to look away from yours, looking like a mouse cornered by a snake. You glance at the floor then back at her face, and without being told she sinks to her knees, looking up at you in surrender.

"What have you learned?" you ask when you are satisfied of her utter submission.