Her fingers gripped against the outside of her thighs as she actively fought
the urge to protect her modesty. The thighs she was gripping caps to a pair of
very long and slender legs, even at her young age, definition was showing,
another definite sign she would be a skilled dancer one day should the effort
be put into her. Her striking violet eyes closed, squeezing out a few more
tears as she lost sight of the knife, doing her best not to shy away from the
blade, fearful of invoking a violent response from him. "Y-Yes... I'll be a
good girl..." She manages after a long moments hesitation. The damps trails of
her tears dripped from her chin onto her chest as she struggled to hold in any
whimpering.