Put it on," he coldly states as he throws the outfit at her feet and walks into the bathroom. Her eyes follow it as it lands in front of her. Not this one! It looks simple. Old. Worn. But looks are deceiving. She grabs the black outfit off the floor and struggles to put it on. She slides gracefully, with her knees together and eyes forward, down to the cold floor and assumes the proper position. She places her hands on her thighs, palms up, her mind racing. The dull straps of leather do nothing to hide her already naked body nor the shame that will soon follow. She sees a flicker of movement at the bathroom door from the corner of her eye. "Clean the floors," he says as he stretches his arm out towards her. Obediently, without making eye contact and her head down, she crawls towards him and takes the bucket from his hand.