You have information she needs, and she doesn't know there are other ways to get what she wants.

Being a slave for anyone you are bound to hear things. You knew the in's and outs of every operation because they were all talk.

The stranger . . .went straight to the source instead of asking the help. So when you could . . .you slipped her some information and went on your way.

You didn't expect to be pinned on your slave quarters and peered at by oceanic irises ♡.