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Ike smiled, he'd have gone a number of ways with his reply yet none felt quite right. She reminded him too much of his father, her eyes, those bright starting eyes looking down (up) on him. He chose only to reply with a simply "So I guess this means I'll be seeing the master?" then adding "Is this before or after you've 'broken my will'?" Ike emphasized the part about will, simply because of the rumors of Kiara that'd floated through the slave shop. Simply because, Ike'd known that Kiara was a loner, spirit broken by her parents long ago, and glued back together with a sadistic desire. He wanted whatever she could dish...

He opened the closet retrieving a towel, and quickly sliding out of his dirty clothes, and into it. Holding the clothes in hand, he places them in a hamper conviently located on the wall. He enters the shower, and tries recounting the events that led him to this.

He stood in the shower... Almost everything in this house had a darker, richer, and less common color. He admired her boldness in the decision, as to the average person, it'd seem almost demoralizing. The hot water poured over him, and he let it run through his hair, then abruptly stopping it. Making sure that he was well kept. and clean all around he stepped out of the shower, and grabbed his towel. He gave himself the good once over with it, drying off completely before exiting the shower.

The cold air kissed his skin, pulling each of them up, exciting the very pores of his skin. But naked, he approached the bed; examining the jeans and noticing she'd not given him any undergarments. The jeans though, had been cut more or less to the exact specifications of his body. Length, waist, crotch, and rear pockets had all molded to his body completely... he grabbed the shirt and took it with him to the bathroom. putting on deoderant, then buttoning up the white silk shirt. He noticed cologne on the counter, it'd been the same one that Kiara'd had on her wrist. She'd obviously picked it up that day. He sprayed it, and started on the long cold walk downstairs all the while thinking I can't see what she has cooked up for me now.

"For good reason" fired Ike "a beautiful woman I can stand touching me... a man... well that brings out the side of me that sits beneath myself... Following rather closely, he was startled at the living room. It'd had a huge skylight that made all the stars visible, and sat across the room was a large TV cabinet. It looked like it'd never been opened, with the dust that'd accumulated on it. "Come here often?" Ike chided.

"So are these the devil's rejects?" proded Ike, "Why purchase a slave with such charms as my own, when you have a full staff already?" Ike facepalmed. He realized it now, he wasn't a servent, he was a play toy... Her play toy, and as sick as it was; she intended to use him until he finally broke. "Alright then" challenged Ike "Why don't we save all the formalities, and see what you're so eagerly awaiting to unviel." thinking shortly after speaking What am I getting myself into

Ike realized that she'd almost voided her warranty; but he deeply enjoyed it, his smile rang again. "My apologies Miss Kiara." he started "but you must understand, I am a medium for your physical enjoyment, I will not give you but an inch of my mind." He defiantely stood up, shading her from the light of the kitchen when correcting his posture. He was ready to play her game.

Seeing her react so brashly only proved to excite Ike. He proceeded to tell her "What you my dear so desperately try to hide in your games with us slaves, is the fact that you do need our minds. As you did say,' he braced himself for the mighty smack he knew he'd deserved, he'd longed for "slaves aren't just for physical enjoyment."

At this point, Ike stopped talking and started taking in the atmosphere again. It seemed as if the room itself had taken an angrier tone and pitch by the time Kiara had introduced it.