She blushed. "I'm not doing any dancing like that."
"I'll dance with you," Diah offered.
She turned to him with a grin. "Okay. At least someone wants to entertain me."

Jin frowned, "I couldn't imagine an idiot like you being able to dance."

"Then you dance with her." Sue suggested.

"I don't..."

"Afraid he'll dance better?"

"No, I..."

"Diah could so dance better."

"Fine, I'll dance with her." He finally gave in, nearly shouting at Sue.

"Now I have two dance partners," Carol said cheerfully, linking her arm through Jin and Diah's.

"I'm not dancing if he dances."

"Oh, come on, Jin."
"You can be such a child," Diah laughed.
"Please?" She slid her arms free, taking his hands instead. "It'll be fun, and it'll make me happy. If you want, I'll even dress up."

"Only if you'll wear an outift of my choice." He said, folding his arms.

She frowned. "If it's modest enough. Skirt no shorter than mid thigh, slit included. Any pants have to be loose enough to be comfortable. Top cut can't be too low."

"I can work with that. Close your eyes." He manipulated the fabric to a skirt that sat -very- low on her hips, was as short as she'd allow, and very tight, and a top that just barely covered her chest, leaving her stomach and upper chest exposed.

Diah's eyes widened and he looked away, blushing.
Carol opened her eyes, took one look down, and her face turned bright red. "JIN!" She was too flustered to change it, and instead grabbed the cloak off Isaac and pulled it around herself. "That's not funny! You know that was way too far!"

Jin stifled his laughing as the outfit changed into a still revealing but less so outfit, a pale blue.

"That's a little better..." She grumbled, still not liking it. "Can't you just settle for a nice evening gown?"

"A modest look is better for you I suppose..." He said as the outfit returned to what she'd been wearing. "There's a huge wardrobe there you can choose from, or create your own, I don't care either way..."

"So you made all that fuss for nothing?" She glared at him. "What, did you just want to get a good look or something?"

Jin grinned at her, but said nothing.

"We're here..." Marcus said a they pulled up to what appeared to me a huge castle.

The carriage stopped and Sue pushed the door open. Jin got out and helped Sue down, then offered Carol a hand.

She took it, but before she could actually climb out, Diah put his hands on her waist, lifted her easily, and set her down in front of Jin before jumping out himself. "You're very light," he commented. "And such a small waist. You really should eat more."
She blushed slightly. "I'm not that thin."

"She doesn't need to eat, she's dead." Jin pointed out. "The amount she consumes will no loger affect her appearance."

"Then she should have eaten more." He moved behind her, putting his hands on her waist again. "Look at this! My fingers overlap. You're too thin." He then grinned and began tickling her sides.
Carol burst into laughter, squirming in his hands. "St-Stop! I'm really...tick-ticklish!"
"I know," He laughed, not letting go.

Jin frowned and turned his back on them, heading up the long walkway.

"Aw, he's pouting again." Sue 'whined' teasingly. "You really should stop pissing him off Diah."

"I'm not trying to," Diah frowned, wrapping his arms around Carol as she composed herself. "I'm not even entirely sure what I'm doing wrong."

"You're be affectionate towards -his- woman." She said with a giggle as she followed Jin.

"Again, she was mine long before that."
"I'm not anyone's," Carol grumbled. "I'm not property."
"I know," he said softly. "But you're my child. Want a ride?"
"...Sure."
He let go and bent down so she could walk around and hop on his back. He looped his arms around her her thighs and caught up with the other two.

"But shes not yours. Your job is to watch over her, not to own her. Jin owns her." Sue argued. "And Carol, you are his, technically. You were the moment you made that deal."

"She may be his for now, but she was my child before, and she will be so after."
"I don't belong to anyone," She snapped. "I am not property, and I cannot be owned. Jin may have a contract with me, but as long as I still have free-will, even if it does come with pain, I am my own person."

"Stop arguing, all of you. Carol, I allowed you freewill, but you're being 'mine' does not make you property, and you know I don't treat or see you that way. Both of you..." He said to Sue and Diah, "Shut the fuck up, you're giving me a headache."

Diah glared at him, biting his tongue about the language.
"I don't like being referred to as yours, or his, or anyone's. The slave era is over--people can't be owned." She slid down off Diah's back and walked over to Jin. "And I know you don't treat me like that, but it still bothers me."