(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main deck of<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>With Kaelyn, Tillie, Marie-Clare, and Annalie; watching Paulette and Mati<br/><br/>Now this... this was unexpected.  Apparently my little slave cunt was a singer, quite an accomplished one, and apparently a somewhat popular one, although I could not place her.  I usually took notice of some of the more famous slutty ones.<br/><br/>She was good, very good, and I<em>felt</em>it.  It made my skin have goosebumps, sent chills up my spine and made new connections in my brain.  It was a feeling that hadn't come naturally, without drugs, in a long time.<br/><br/>I felt my eyes tearing up a bit and I even sniffled once.  Before I knew it, I was the first one clapping at the end of the song.  I had immense sense of pride in my slave, and yet a certain level of shame for not recognizing her talent and for being so cruel to her for so long.  I would continue to use her like the cunt she was, but I would also showcase this new talent I was hearing for the first time.  From now on, she would be doing so much more for me with her mouth than just sucking me off and swallowing my essence.<br/><br/>I made a mental note to finally open the folder I got from the Emperium with her data in it.  Just how exactly did she end up being a slave, and why was she doing it?<br/><br/>Clearly, there was a connection between Mati and my slave.  I would make sure to offer him a chance to borrow my slave so that she may practice singing some more, but it would be something I would say if his performance were really over.  I had a feeling that more requests would be made.<br/><br/>I simply stood there with Kaelyn, Marie-Clare and their slaves, for a moment, still processing what I just witnessed.<br/>