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He lead the new girls over to the inlaid stones that lead to his house. The lock-down was over and the traitor ejected, so there should be no need for heightened defenses. The steel shutters were removed and the other measures that had been in place that had compromised the beauty of the quasi-gothic, Victorian-inspired building.
The chill in the air outside quickly vanished as soon as they were inside. The warmth of the room and it's soft lighting quickly enveloped them and a very faint scent of burning wood were detectable.
((Now reactions... Please.))

"There are quarters for you on the third floor," Matasoga said softly, his voice easily carrying from the marble floors and dark wood paneling.
"Would you like a tour first, or would you like to be shown to your rooms to rest?" he asked. This was his usual way of doing things, as some found the trip uphill tiring.

((You know... I just checked back in the market place and that other girl deleted all of her posts that she made with me. So I guess she won't be joining us. Looks like it'll be just you and I... And the other slave, who has been very good to me, though I haven't much seen her around, lately. Hopefully, she'll turn up soon.
((Meanwhile, if you're reading this, Haruka, feel free to make an appearance, anytime.))
"Very well," he said. "But before we begin the tour, I shall speak briefly about the terms of your stay."
He removed her leash, and wrapped it about his hand, loosely with a few simple motions. By the time he was finished wrapping it, a servant had stepped up to take it. He accepted it and handed him a brown parcel in exchange.
"Here," he said, handing it to her. "These will be your new clothes while you're on the premise."
((OOC note: The bag contains a coat, a fedora, and a cape. If you wish to reflect this in your avatar (which you aren't obligated to) the coat is most similar to the Dead Sexy Midnight Coat, The Zoot Suit Tappa, and the Dark Cape.))
"You're welcome to wear whatever else you like with them," he added.
"Your tasks," he began "have not yet been determined. I'll review the staff and your skills and we'll see which tasks you're best suited to. In the meantime, you're expected to interact not only with the other slave, but you're also welcome to interact with our guests and friends."
((You'll be invited to the actual guild Matasoga's Disciples. Neither membership nor activity is mandatory, but I think ultimately you'll get more out of this if you're fully active and participatory. Hopefully, it will even seem like a real place to you, with a personality all its own.))
"Have you any questions?" he asked.

Matasoga could sense her unease, so he decided to put on a calculated amount of warmth. Not so much that she would feel smothered in charm, by any means, but enough that she was able to relax, more easily. He placed a large, draconic hand on her shoulder, not putting the full weight of it on her, and carrying the thick black claws in a way that they their contact with her was minimal and wholly painless.
His claws were little danger, unless he took great effort to scratch with them, as they were hardly razor-edged; Besides that, he found clawing to be barbaric and almost always used a manufactured weapon in combat. For her benefit, he still took care with her, as the gesture would hardly be effective if she feared for her safety.
"It's alright, dear," he said.
He gently lifted a stray lock from her face with another clawed finger tip (now taking even more exceptional care). "This is your home now," he softly intoned.
He moved the hand to the small of her back and guided her through the entry way. The next room contained a very long, large hall, where there were many tables, and people gathered around, talking. Matasoga strode easily through the center of the room. The idea of him having brought home a new slave was nothing new by this point.
"The floors beyond the third are mostly just housing for... A sort of new acquisition that I am mostly guarding. They're off-limits to most, no matter the stage of construction. You won't need to go there, in any case, but we will begin on the third floor, where your room can be found," he said.
He clasped his hands behind his back and continued striding forward, leading her through the foyer, then through the hallway that had staircases on either side. He walked past these, between the two restrooms and onward toward the elevator, which was five feet by five feet inside. Matasoga pressed the third button up, which was inscribed in an arcane, Draconic symbol and the doors closed.

Matasoga quietly listened to her quiet song, but in no time they reached the third floor. Each room, floor to ceiling, was about 15 feet high, though still there weren't so many for the elevator to travel and it was quite quick.
"Down that hallway," Matasoga began, pointing back "Is the servant's quarters. The servant's quarters can be found here on all three floors. None of those places are for the slaves
"All of the rooms on this floor are sleeping quarters. This room," he said, gesturing in the opposite direction of the servant's quarters, "is known as the barracks, though it's unlikely to look like anything that anyone would associate with the term."
He opened a door to a typical Victorian-looking room, except the only furniture was fainting couches with a satin sheet on each, a few end tables with a very dim lamp on each.
"Some of the Disciples are very busy," Matasoga explained. "I seek to accommodate them. Here those members that have less time to contribute leisurely can simply stop in, contribute what they like, for as long as they like, and stop here to take a nap to stay fresh and alert before returning to their business."
He closed the door and lead her onward, speaking as he walked.
"Each of the eleven Apostles has a room here and there is a twelfth ready for when another one earns his or her position among them."
He decided not to explain the ranking system just then, but he decided that she would be helped by knowing what the term "Apostle" meant, as it applied here. "The Apostles, in short, are those who have done the most for myself and the guild in order to help it succeed. The rooms that they have been given here are not only my way of saying thanks, but also something that makes it easier for them to make extended stays here, thus making it more convenient for them to offer further contributions."
He lead her easily through the five-foot wide winding hallways, before coming to another door.
"That leads to my private quarters. You needn't worry about it, as no one enters there except one or two trusted valet or attendant. I've..." he began with only a measured hint of hesitation "Suffered a series of personal and public betrayals. The traitors have, of course, been dealt with, but I find that discretion and caution is often the most wise course of action."
He turned on his heel, then and lead her to their final stop on this floor, this time opening the door and leading her in. "These will be your quarters, which you'll be sharing with... Presently just one other slave, but possibly two others in the future."
"Have you any questions?" he asked.

((Don't forget the edits that we talked about.))
Matasoga allowed the surprise to register on his face, even if only for a moment. How did she get back in? Sergius was to stop her at the door and tell her that this was no longer her home if she ever returned. There was only the one entrance unless she scaled the tower, mid construction and infiltrated that way, but armed guards were there to ensure that no one sneaked in.
Did that mean that she was in the house the whole time? Her words suggested that this might be the case. This should have been impossible, as he had had his whole estate searched for her and the other deserter before he'd left... But there was only one area that he hadn't checked.
He needed a word with her, but his new slave could not be informed of the most potentially vulnerable area of his estate, not before she had proven herself. He'd need to speak telepathically to her.
Using the arcane ability brought to him by his mind-bending powers he said without speaking aloud "Only you can hear me. I need to know where exactly you were. Nod once, slowly, if you were in the lower... Lower areas of the estate."

Betrayal surrounds me, he thought. Along with the other information, he saw the face of the accused. As I thought, he silently considered.
Indeed, he had suspected this one and had begun an investigation on his own, but it was too close to the time of the rebellion to turn up anything meaningful. His staff was stretched too thin. When the slave disappeared, he assumed that he had run off to join Gen.
Not that Gen was terribly charismatic, but the perp was a devout opportunist. He may have been working with Gen, purely as an alliance of convenience, or he may have just seen the vulnerability and taken the chance... But no matter. He was dealt with.
"Rin, this is Akima, another of my slaves," he said to Rin.
He turned back to Akima and said, "Well done, Akima. You're dismissed. I am presently conducting a tour. When it's concluded, we'll speak further."

He turned back to Rin and said to her, and said. "Let me take you to your quarters so that you can put your things down."
He lead her to the room which contained three beds, with a chest-sized foot locker at the end of each. The room was divided by permanent wooden walls, to allow the servants (or in this case, slaves) privacy.
A door lead to each sub-room, though there was little space to do terribly much in any given room, as they were only 10' by 8'. As far as slave accommodations went, however, they were downright luxurious with a room to oneself, plush beds, and a place to sleep, fully stretched out, if they desired.
"You can put your things on the bed, in the footlocker, or if you'd like to change than I can give you a moment to do that," he said.