Get him out of those clothes, of course!

Doe is still wearing the drab uniform of a cabin boy, ugly brown shorts and a white shirt. You'll have him dressed in something more appropriate soon enough, but for now you just want a better look at your prize.

When you step forward and slip your dagger from your belt, Doe whimpers in panic through the gag. He tries to fight the strict ropes your crew have tied around his straining limbs, struggling adorably. Far too quickly, he tires, slumping over the bed and shivering like a leaf. You lean over his wriggling body.

"Calm down." You coo. "I'm not going to hurt you, just yet." The wicked blade of the dagger slips under his shirt and cuts the ugly garment from his skin, shredding it into strips you pluck from his body around his tied arms. He's bare above the waist in moments, and you step back to admire the creamy white skin of his back. Your tongue flickers free of your lips and you already know you're going to have a lot of fun with this one.

His shorts are next, and you're smirking with anticipation as you slice them open down one leg. The dagger makes even shorter work of them, and when you pull away the remnants you lean back to admire your now-naked Doe, drinking in every detail.