Melody wasn’t necessarily the smartest girl in the room to begin with, and that only made it easier to break her down further, convince her, manipulate her. Of course, she adored Myles so much, there was little she wouldn’t have done for him if he simply asked. Still, she believed anything he said, trusted him now, fully, hell, she needed him. It wasn’t all that likely she could manage a decision all by herself. No, she ached for his praise, his approval on things. From time to time, she might try, but she never wanted to disappoint him. It took the female a moment to figure out the steps, but halfway down she got a decent rhythm happening, careful not to fall as she got to the bottom, pausing at his feet. A low purr filled her throat at the praise, drinking in the fact he was pleased. Eyes lifted up, hazy, a little vacant as she stared up at her Master, her Daddy. Lips pressed together, seeming to hesitate, but after a few beats of silence, she nodded. “I - all ‘m good fer is a set of tight holes - um - for my Master to fuck whenever,” she repeated. Her face moved in to nuzzle at his leg, “Does tha’ mean Daddy uses me now?” she moved closer to nuzzle at his crotch.