<br/>The foray into the house was sparsely decorated. No live plants sat upon tables or ornate pillars. No marble statues stood nude and brazen. Mark's house seemed much more conservative than what the movie industry liked to display wealth as. The interior walls were a moderately dark brown, already contrasting with the image the outside of the house presented. Many well crafted glass lighting fixtures rested against the walls. It wasn't a bad contrast, however. It gave a comfortable, manly, yet elegant feel.<br/><br/>Several doors were visible from her position. Two staircases wound up to the second floor. From behind the right one, came Mark. He walked up to her, staying far enough away to give her space. They had only just met. There would be plenty of time to be up close and personal.<br/><br/>He accepted her apology with a slight nod. “I am Mark, yes. You look better than your picture,” he commented. At her own statement, Mark smiled. “Ah protocol. Something I know well. Come, follow me into my living room.” If she followed, Mark led her to the left of the entrance, through double doors into a well furnished living room.<br/><br/>It was well lit by many windows and lighting perched on the roof, hanging gently a few feet from the tall ceiling. Three beautiful and comfortable looking couches, and six equally impressive chairs were the accomodations. It appeared as if Mark had company often or planned on hosting a large number of people at times.<br/><br/>He extended his hand and waited for her to seat herself at the offered chair. He watched her every movement, though realized that her loose clothing concealed much of her bodies fluid movement. He almost frowned, but controlled the reflex. Part of him wished she had worn something tighter. As much as he wished to respect each one of them as a person, he couldn't escape the fact that half of this new relationship would be about sex.<br/><br/>If her body didn't please him, it wouldn't be worth it. He withheld the urge to just jump to the gritty details. He had more dignity than to make himself into a slavering dog. This would not be a purely sexual master slave relationship. He wanted more.<br/><br/>Once she seated herself, he took a chair opposite hers, a few feet away. There would be time later (perhaps during the meeting) to see her body's fluidity. He crossed his leg and rested his eyes on her. “Thank you for coming. Do you desire anything to drink before we begin?”