(http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab334/Litrori/Boyz_by_sakimichan1-1.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Zaine Altri<br/>Age: 124<br/>Race: Half Demon/Elf<br/>Prefrences: Bondage<br/><br/>Zaine Would be resting on the chair in his living room, drinking his tea the maid had left him. His hands would lightly shift through the pages of the market. They would have to go to the Market for inspection and to pick up. He relaxed in his chair, it would be awhile before they had to leave, and his friend was usually late it seemed. Zaine would take a small drink, the tea tingling his tastebuds of honey and citrus. He was anticipating this, a Slave to share and enjoy with his bud. Perhaps they could find one in their preferences attuned. Like shaved, and the like. Zaine sat there in his silk shirt, that hung on his muscular form, each movment showing those abs and pecs rippling. His skin a soft flawless tone, smoothe and young as he would not age past his current look. His kind never did, he was half demon, the other and elven blood of his mother. She had been a slave to his father. And he had taught Zaine how to be his darker side, this master of those lives lesser then his. While his mother taught him compassion and to place your heart into work you do and your life.<br/><br/>He would have his coat laid across his legs, folded in half, ready to be donned as his friend arrived here. Hand lightly gripped the tea cups handle, his pinky up as he sipped another drink. The maid would go by in her cleaning, and he teased her about her short skirt showing off her pert ass. She had been in his employ for quite some time, gifted with his blood to keep her forever young. He ran a hand through his red hair, and gave a slight yawn. His one good eye took in her ass as she bent over in front of him, her thong riding well upon her slit and ass. He grabbed a feather from his side desk and tickled her pussy, listening to her moan as he did. For she was his toy, she knowing more then to complain or move. The other eye covered with an eye patch, a duel with his friend long ago over a woman they both liked, and he not liking his friends attitude to her. He had won, but lost his friend for quite awhile.