"Why your future with me of course Katie. You are my slave obviously. Did you forget that I own you? I'm not going to just let you languish in a cage all day and night for the rest of your life. That wouldn't exactly be a good investment of the money I put into purchasing you, now would it?"<br/><br/>James almost chuckled as he watched her sit as far from him as possible. Oh she was a coy one, nervous as a trapped little faun. He felt almost like a lion, stalking his prey. Each act had to be calculated, every movement must be closer to her, yet give the illusion of moving farther away.<br/><br/>"I must discover where in my household you will best fit in. I suppose you could work with the kitchen staff. They always seem to need help. Or perhaps with the cleaning staff. I own several very large homes, and there is always work to be done. Of course, the work can be grueling and very tiresome. It's not really the type of work I'd consider suitable for a girl of your delicacy and...physique. No my dear, I have much more enjoyable plans in store for you. It has been many, many years since I've had a suitable pleasure slave, and I think you will be perfect for the job. I have good instincts about things like this, and they've never been wrong before."