Lucius turns to the guard, glaring at him. "What do you think you are doing?" He demands, "She is not to be touched unless directly ordered by me, leave the whip and take the rest of those things away!" He says loudly, clearly angered by the fact someone touched his slave.

The guard left quickly, leaving the whip. Marceline sighed and looked at her Master "May I please have some clothes?" She asked softly

He removes his cloak, walking over a kneeling in front of her. "Now, now. Clothes are something that need to be earned by a slave...I'm sure you will earn it soon but remember not to rush with your duties so much. Understand?" He asks her quietly.

She nodded and sighed "I'm sorry Master...I was just too tired to go slower" She blushed, then glanced at the whip and whimpered softly. "Have I done something wrong Master?" She asked him in fear

"No, that is just in case you do." He says. "And believe me, there are worse punishments." He whispers to her and gently gives her cheek a stroke before standing and speaking, "Where did they put the key to those chains?"