The servant dahlia bows her head lower before rising, head still inclined, shoulders back and feet together in a submissive, offering posture.  She backs two steps away, respectfully, before whirling on the other pet.  Coldly, she curls one finger at the one on the ground before her, her full red lips curling in the faintest hint of a smile.  She leads her along the black marble tile and red oriental rugs to the private area, where one room stands alone... it is marked with a white dahlia flower, and the sub expertly fits and turns the key, ushering Laura inside.  *TRANSITION: Leaving scene for *The Room with the Dahlia**