Valda always felt slightly violated when feeling the primal thoughts of her slave in her own mind. It was almost as if his mind was influencing hers, but she merely wrote it off as her inadequacy of keeping the minds separated. Nevertheless she knew what he wanted, a hunger for flesh and a thirst for action. She hoped she could sedate that thirst with some cheap whore riding her hound like cattle, and satiate his hunger with a raw steak or something.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"I'd also like to order a raw steak for my slave. As bloody and fresh as you can get it. And a cheap girl that isn't afraid to ride a monster like this. He needs to... get rid of some frustration. If you know what I mean."</span><br/><br/>The ebony beauty gazed down at the servant girl with a fierce glitter in her eyes. She was almost going to request for some pleasure for herself but thought better of it. She shouldn't be thinking of such thoughts, keeping herself clean was going to make her power grow faster according to the files she had stolen from her fathers library. The young woman confidently strode past the cybernetic tail of some knock-off wannabe mythical beast and some stiff looking cybernetic woman. She hardly thought of them as she took a place in the booth behind them. Nevertheless, as Valda waited for her order to arrive, she couldn't help herself but pick up some of the words spoken between the mechanically altered women and their little bot-girl.<br/><br/><i>"Madame Rojeau has since payed her debt to ze maker of ze tail, mais she remains indebted always to Madame Kamamaya." </i>she heard the madame sigh and the shuffling of bodies being close.<br/><br/><i>"Et vous? What brings ze two lovelies here? If it iz work, Madame Rojeau understands if you do not wish to speak about it."</i><br/><br/>Despite her upbringing telling her that those humanoids were every bit as inferior to her as her slave was, she couldn't help but be intrigued by the conversation. By the prospects of being free and able to change whatever you wished about yourself. It seemed so... invigorating!<br/><br/>Her thoughts were finally interrupted by the servant setting down the bowl of iced whiskey before her pet, with a slab of raw meat. The honeyed vodka was being brought in by a second girl, one seemed to be naked, save for a thick metal chain around her neck. Apparantly the doe-eyed woman was a slave, thoroughly used by rough patrons if one were to look at the marred an scarred skin she trembled in. It had been clear from the first moment she had laid eyes upon Shak'arr that he were to be her patron for the evening, not something the slave-girl was looking forward to.<br/><br/>"Here is your order, miss...?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"Smith." </span>Valda grinned wickedly. It was a name synonymous with anonymity, and she thought herself so very clever by saying it.<br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"Here is your payment for the evening, and for any further assistance I might require."</span><br/><br/>Valda laid down a large sum of cards on the table to be taken by the servant, as she eyed the trembling slave up and down whilst her hand was stroking her pet's head.<i><span style="color: #ff8000">She is yours to with as you wish this evening, but you cannot maim or kill her. Understood? </span></i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>