John will traipse behind her. Though um, hm. "Where exactly does the, like, house... start?" he asks, when they're in the basement. "Are we inside it now, down here? Were we inside it out in the gardens?" 

"We're definitely inside it now. The gardens are more ambiguous. It can see there, and it can tend the plants, but its options for interacting with people are more limited."

"Okay. We should, um, probably do the thing?" That's a rather awkward way of putting it. "Um. Are you ready to serve me?" 

"Yes, Master."

John grins. "Oh, I'm so glad." (Some small part of him starts to notice that there's not actually anything stopping him from ordering her to answer that way whenever he says the phrase, but the rest of it pushes that thought away. That would be a bad idea. For many reasons.) 

Then he pauses and frowns. "How... can we be sure it heard us, actually?" He should probably be trusting Rosy, Rosy said it would work, she was rather emphatic on the topic, but there's no obvious feedback and it's really hard to know for sure. 

"It heard us." The lights brighten affirmingly.

Oh. Well, that's confirmation enough. (He really shouldn't be doubting her. He really wishes he has a better way to communicate with the house. Hopefully it will come in time.) "Oh, good." He pauses and takes a breath. "Alright, let's go to the -- I mean, take me the rest of the way to the Master Bedroom, then," he adds, realizing halfway through that maybe he should have tried to make it a command, and shifting accordingly. 

"Yes, Master," she says happily, and resumes leading him up the stairs.

John lets her go a few steps ahead of him, so he can look up at her butt (and try and get a glimpse at other parts of her) while she's naked and going up stairs. He feels a little self-conscious about it (like he's doing something he shouldn't be doing) but he's pretty sure that Rosy doesn't mind (would actively encourage!) and also she's officially his now and so it's probably okay. 

She has a nice butt, it must be said. 

She has an excellent butt, and is very much enjoying the knowledge that John is getting such a good view of it.

Well, he's going to keep viewing it as they go up the stairs, then. It's harder than he'd like to get a view of anything else given the low light and the hair there, but John (mostly) doesn't mind. He can see at least some of her, um, outer labia (right?) through the blonde hairs down there, and the light is improving as they ascend. (Plus if he wants a better view even in the dimmer light of the basement he could... make her shave down there? No, he should think about that another time.) 

The light is getting better as they ascend out of the basement toward the main floor, and then even better as they ascend out of the main floor toward the second. You know, in case that helps.

It does! He's grinning about it. He does have to keep reminding himself that he's not doing anything illicit, here; that she wants him to be looking (and also that she belongs to him now and this means he can look at her all he wants, and boy that's hot to think about), but overall looking at his slave's naked body is a titillating (and arousing) experience. He's a little wistful when they reach the top of the stairs and he can no longer see what he was seeing. Though he will be getting a more direct look soon enough, 

Along the hall to the master bedroom they go, and when they get there, she puts down her clothes on a dresser and her backpack on the floor and turns toward John with a shy smile. It's pretty clear that she's looking forward to what they came here to do.