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 Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:57 pm
 ＳＬＡＶＥ－ＭＡＳＴＥＲ ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ "Excυѕє мє ωнιℓє ι вυяη, αη∂ яιѕє αвσνє тнє ƒℓαмє."   Diablos stared at Dahlia with a "you've got to be kidding" expression on his face. He really didn't know what to say in response to her... sudden excitement over a magazine. He sighed. "Couldn't you just order it all online? They have a website, don't they? I'm sure it's updated with their newest inventory." He never understood why women got so excited over shopping, and he never will. Diablos took a seat in his special chair at the table, one that resembled a throne made of bones. He only tells the slaves they're fake because he doesn't want their curious little minds thinking "ooh.. this looks real. I wanna know what a real skull feels like!"... idiots. Diablos blinked suddenly, boredly resting his chin on the back of his hand. "Bills aren't important to me. The only thing I give a damn about is my job. Though, if you're still referring to what comes through the mail... I suppose it would have to be my clothes. Damn Incubus form always rips my nicest sexy outfits."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:35 pm
 Dąђlıα AɱƄrσsıα "You think something illegal is just going to have a website? I have to call them in, then pick up my stuff once they finished making them like weeks later." Dahlia said, then leaned back in her chair, balancing on the back two legs. Men didn't understand to be in a woman's shoes. If they were females, they would understand the relationship between a woman and shopping. When Dio responded to her question, she practically laughed at the last statement. He was only worried about his physical appearance and occupation. Just like always. "Awww, poor you." Dahlia teased then snickered. She had to admit, Dio had some feminine qualities about him. But she wouldn't dare say that to his face. He'd most likely go into a fit.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:15 pm
ＳＬＡＶＥ－ＭＡＳＴＥＲ ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ "Excυѕє мє ωнιℓє ι вυяη, αη∂ яιѕє αвσνє тнє ƒℓαмє." "I'm illegal and I have a website. Does that count?" Diablos asked curiously. His hand fell lazily from his cheek and it hit the armrest of the chair. Diablos sighed boredly and reached out for his coffee to take a sip. He wished he had some drugs to put in this thing to at least give him some vivid sight. The last time someone slipped acid in his drink, he saw a unicorn in the hallway and cowered in the storage room for three and a half hours because if its rainbow structure. He was forced out when a squirrel mysteriously flew at him while vomiting rainbows, so he decided to stay huddled up in the corner until the effects of the drug wore out.
Diablos nearly chuckled at the memory of that night and decided he'd do it once more... once he actually got the time to get it. His eyes closed and he took another swig from his cup before nearly choking as he swallowed. He set the cup down and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:28 pm
 Colet walked up nervously to the manor. She walked in and looked around...she had no idea what to do. She waited for someone to come in.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 3:47 pm
Dąђlıα AɱƄrσsıα Hearing someone come in, Dahlia quickly got up from her seat and walked towards the front entrance. There stood a young girl. No older than seventeen. She also looked a bit timid or nervous about something. "Hey there." The woman said, greeting the young girl. There were finally more slaves...well...there was only two slaves now. Dio and Dahlia had to wait for more to arrive. "Dio! We have some new girl here!" She called out to the man in charge of the whole manor.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:01 pm
Colet jumped when she heard the woman speak. She turned around and smiled nervously. "Hello." she quickly waved. The woman was very pretty, in Colet's eyes. She was thinking she wanted to be like her when she called someone. She stiffened and waited.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:21 pm
ＳＬＡＶＥ－ＭＡＳＴＥＲ ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ "Excυѕє мє ωнιℓє ι вυяη, αη∂ яιѕє αвσνє тнє ƒℓαмє." Diablos heard someone walk into the house but seeing as Dahlia got up before him, he decided to let her greet the slave. He didn't remember getting any notification of a new slave arriving, but he figured it would be for the best. They needed new slaves. At the sound of his assistant's voice, he rose to his feet. "Fresh meat, eh? Sounds tasteful." He made his way out into the foyer where he stood and looked towards the girl. He eyed her from head to toe, taking in her appearance. Diablos didn't seem all too impressed, but he didn't dare let his eyes move on to Dahlia. He stood with his hands behind his back. "Welcome... I guess. Your name?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:31 pm
Colet smiled nervously. She hoped he didn't reject her, when he asked for her name she was partially relieved. "C-Colet...Colet Incarose..." she bowed a little.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:43 pm
Dąђlıα AɱƄrσsıα Dahlia smiled at Colet, then patted her shoulder to console her a bit. "You don't have to be nervous. You'll be fine as long as you don't piss us off." She said with a small chuckle. The woman placed her hands on her hips as she turned her attention to Dio. "Want me to show her to her room? Or do you want to do the honors?" Dahlia asked with her usual teasing smirk. She secretly hoped he would show the new girl to her room. She was too lazy to do the whole tour of the manor, plus she was in need of her daily naps.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 4:58 pm
ＳＬＡＶＥ－ＭＡＳＴＥＲ ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ "Excυѕє мє ωнιℓє ι вυяη, αη∂ яιѕє αвσνє тнє ƒℓαмє." Dio looked from his assistant to the new bait slave. "I got this one, Dahlia." He nodded when she spoke her name, not that he actually cared, and a butler came over with a collar. The collar was black with a pink heart dog tag, making it easier to distinguish girls from boys, and the heart had her name engraved on the tag. He handed it to her. "This is your identity here in the manor. Your master's name will be added to the back once someone decides to take you. Never take it off, understood?" It was the same thing every time a new slave came. He needed to make this at least a bit enjoyable. "Come. I will show you to your room. Also, there's a special chair in the dining room that looks like it's made of bones and skulls. If you touch it, a spirit will come out and tear your eyes from your skull. That said, I'd advise against touching it. Now come along.~"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 5:04 pm
Cloet took the collar and put it on slowly. When he was done telling her about the chair she looked terrified. "Y-yes sir...." she mumbled..
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 5:41 pm
Dąђlıα AɱƄrσsıα Dahlia chuckled at Colet's reaction when Dio told her about his "cursed chair". Silly girl. Someone should have taught her to not be so gullible. "I'll be in your office, Dio. I might as well finish up that pile of paperwork that's sitting on your desk." She said then walked off towards his office. When she walked in, she could already see the large pile. Some of it was finished, luckily. But on the other hand, most of it wasn't even touched. "Jesus...What's he been doing the whole time?" Dahlia told herself as she grabbed a pen and went to war with the stacks of uncompleted documents.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 6:06 pm
ＳＬＡＶＥ－ＭＡＳＴＥＲ ＩＮＣＵＢＵＳ "Excυѕє мє ωнιℓє ι вυяη, αη∂ яιѕє αвσνє тнє ƒℓαмє." He led the young girl up the stairs and pointed out two hallways. One being the boys' and across from that being the girls'. Dio smiled down at the girl and brought her to room 634. The room had four queen sized beds, one window, and a table with a single black phone. "This room will be shared with three other girls. You must be in your room by 10pm. You're only allowed to leave if a master calls for you or picks you up. No exceptions.. unless Miss Ambrosia or myself call for you." When he noticed Dahlia head off towards his office, he called out a fair warning to the woman quite quickly. "Sure. Go ahead. I expect my locked drawers to remain unopened."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 6:13 pm
Colet walked into her room and sat on one of the beds. She sat quietly and waited.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 6:19 pm
Dąђlıα AɱƄrσsıα Dahlia sat in Dio's office for about an hour and a half when she finished writing out his paperwork. Her hand cramped up from writing so much, and her butt was sore for sitting down for so long. "Never again..." she mumbled, then walked towards the door. She heard him saw something about his locked drawers and was a bit curious about what was inside. She was about to pick at the lock and see what was in there, but she decided against it since she didn't want to make Dio angry. Once she was out of the office, she stretched and yawned sleepily. "Geez. I could go for a nap right now..."
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