"Do I wear a mask down here sometimes?"<br/><br/>Micheal chuckled lightly at the question and shook his head.  He had no need to hide his identity down here and found the idea to be counter-productive to what he was trying to establish.  He wanted his clients to know who he was and to see him involved in everything; it gave them the notion that he actually cared about their enjoyment and had no shame in facilitating their appetites.  As the owner of "Sinner's", he needed to remain available and visual, for Micheal knew that much power and respect came from never hiding your face, figuratively or otherwise.<br/><br/>"No.  I have to remain available for my clients and they need to see that I can move amongst them as the one gives them access to all this.  My employees can only do so much but to see me and know I am available to them whenever they need me is a big plus."<br/><br/>He smiled as she retreated into the changing room and emerged in the retro-Victorian dress with the rhinestone, feathered mask.  She looked a different woman, eager and excited but ready to experience whatever pleasures he choose to share with her.  He tapped a finger on his chin and came close to her for a moment, looking her over.  He then grinned and nodded, moving to one of the racks and returning with a pair of 5 inch black and emerald heels, one that matched her mask perfectly and gave a bit of flare to her costume.<br/><br/>"A finishing touch..."<br/><br/>He knelt down and reached for her foot.<br/><br/>"May I?"