"I’ve saved the best for last," her Master said. He walked past the other items in the gallery to a large frame covered with a sheet. She dutifully followed with the tiniest of steps, wobbling over in her bonds to stand where His finger silently commanded. "Good girl," He said, smiling.
And then He pulled off the sheet and she saw herself in the large, antique mirror. “This,” He said, “is the finest piece I own.”