<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kamala Adani</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The black jack tables<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her Master Ricardo Reyes, Nereza Fabrizo, Leotie Dominguez<br/><br/><br/>Kamala leaned into the touches that he gave her, closing her eyes and genuinely enjoying them for the moment. That was the one thing he could do to her to make her calm, or to put her in a good mood, or in<em>the</em>mood. She let her head fall a little when he pulled his hand away and her eyes went a little wide as she realized that she'd leaned into it like that. She readjusted herself and straightened herself up, acting as if she didn't much care whether or not he touched her. When she heard that other woman come over.<br/><br/>Kamala stole a glance at her, and then her slave. The little tart slave was actually smiling at her, as if she was someone that could be friends with her. She frowned deeply at that thought. A girl like that would only infuriate her. The girls like that at Ricardo's business only ever infuriate her as well. She quickly looked away from her, trying to conceal her displeasure for the situation she was in currently.<br/><br/>When she heard the way that slut in the dress was talking to Ricardo she mentally bristled. She always hated when new women came onto the scene, maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was just a fear for her current situation in life, and the change it might bring. What ever the reason, alarm bells went off when this girl started talking to him. She didn't sound like a gold digger, Kamala was actually fairly certain that she'd read about this women in some magazine or another... from what she thought she remembered, she was more then certain this woman would pose a threat to her status with Ricardo.<br/><br/>She prayed to what ever gods were still listening to women, that Ricardo would turn down the lunch. That was all she needed, to have to deal with some psycho, demented, controlling bitch. She almost reached up to touch Ricardo's leg, in a silent sort of way to beg him to say no. But she didn't. She was too nervous, and her stomach was currently twisting and turning from her anxiety of what his answer might be.