Michael opened both the double doors and  The doors closed behind him. With the way his black silk robe grazed the floor he appeared to glide into the room. He walked right to the center of the room and spread his arms out. "Come to me, girls. Present yourselves to me!" He stood straight and tall, his chin just slightly raised as he tried to exude an imperious demeanor. The right first impression was very important to him. He wanted to look powerful and attractive and had cultivated his appearance to that end. His nails were clean and freshly cured. His body clear of hair save for his eyebrows and atop his head. He had even done a few push ups, sit ups and squats to push the blood through his muscles to give them that full appearance for when he removed his robe.<br/><br/>What came forth most from him was his confidence. As a well trained and experienced warrior he had little fear and great faith in his abilities. As the head of his hold he was used to command. Command wrapped around him like paper over a gift, oozed from his pores like pheromones. The only thing missing from the image he presented of a conquering hero was a weapon at his side.