Top Hat grabbed his cane and put on his hat and headed for the door. "Oh, I almost forgot." He turned and smiled at her. "I brought you a present." He knocked on the door and a slave dressed in a black leotard and a wearing a metal collar came into the room. Her face was marked by an ugly, pink scar. Caliko walked over to her and grabbed her face, looking at it. TC, that was what the scar said. She realized it was a brand. Top Hat's sick idea of marking his property. She pulled back her hand in disgust and walked to the bed. She shakily sat down on it.

"Ah, does Trinkett not like my art-work?" Top Hat grabbed the package the slave held and shoved her back out the door. "Not to worry, I try not to ruin my toys. Your face is safe." He set the package on Caliko's lap. "Open it."

Carefully she opened, scared of what could be inside, she never knew when a present from Top Hat would turn out to be a nightmare. She pulled out a pair of Fishnet stockings, silver and black short shorts, a pale pink corset, and a pair of black knee high buckle boots. "But I have clothes." She said, looking at the outfit in disgust.

"You look like something I pulled from the trash." He sat down beside her, pushing her up as he sat. "Well...I'm waiting."

Caliko turned around to face him, still holding the clothes. "Huh?"

"Change dammit!" He jabbed the cane at her.

"Here?" She looked around.

Top Hat smiled and chuckled, easing himself into a more comfortable position. "Yes."

Swallowing, she sat the clothes down on the floor and turned away, pulling her dress over her head.

"Wait!" Top Hat stopped her as she reached down to grab the corset. "Turn around."

Caliko crossed her arms, covering her breasts and turned.

"Move your hands."

Reluctantly, Caliko let her arms fall to her sides.

"You're beautiful." He sat up and leaned forward on his cane. "And you're all mine."

Caliko looked down at her naked body, it was covered with Top Hat's many scraps, cuts, and bruises.

"Get dressed."