She's already figured that the technology had surveillance and hasn't spent much time on it as a result. When she does, she makes sure to pepper in light flirting, so not to turn heads. It's still all a gamble, and with Sam here, at least she had another player at her table. That was comforting enough.

"You should bid." That went without saying. Play your role. It's better than the alternative. She's not sure if someone could be demoted from dom to sub, but better to save questions for answers. Everything comes out in the end, all truth rises to the surface.

"I'd be happy to accompany you. I'd expect nothing less from a seasoned professional such as you." Sorry, Sam. The words are like bile on her tongue, and her eyes clarify that more than her mouth does betraying them with a wry sort of grin to keep the routine solid.