There was a lingering silence after she had turned around and stood there. She felt she had no direction and could not tell what Kaena was doing. Her jaw was tight the entire time, tense, and her hands were balled up in awkward fists. She had nothing else to do with them. Vieira did not know what to do as she stood there, she had no idea how to "model." Being sexy was not necessarily a requirement with her former owners. She didn't have to do anything to spark their desire to do what they wanted. Occasionally she was molded to fit situations but it rarely stuck and it showed as she stood, still as ever, and waited.
It suits you. Vieira mentally scoffed at the words but her outer appearance did not change. Of course it suited her. She was a slave and this was nothing she was used to. Her first two owners had not done this to her but Eris had and she quickly realized and learned what these sort of things were used for. She could not remember who told her but she remembered the information and it stuck with her. It was simply a matter of ownership and Vieira knew nothing else because outside her owner, everything was meaningless.