<em>”My apologies that the Master is not here to greet you but he is unavailable at the present time... “</em><br/><br/>The master? So this must be...the mistress? And therefore probably not for hire, which was a bit of a shame to Imogen's mind. She had always had a bit of a thing for women with dark hair and curves in the right places, even if the woman in front of her was wearing – erk – a colour that could definitely be described as disgusting pastel shade.<br/><br/><em>"May I ask what brings you here so that I may be able to do a line up for you?"</em><br/><br/>Imogen fought the urge to grin with relief and, thankfully, won – well, that was one worry off her mind. She'd been concerned that anyone here would be the philosophical, literary type; far more likely to wander into verbal metaphors than to just come out and say what they mean, which meant most of the conversation would have been over her head and she'd have been in for a frustrating time.<br/><br/>Maybe this place<em>would</em>be all it was rumoured to be. How pleasant.<br/><br/>As it was, her facial expression remained deadpan, although she couldn't help a small quirk of her eyebrow.<br/><br/>“I'm looking for someone who likes to submit – who likes a bit of pain with their pleasure. An outright masochist will not be necessary, but definitely someone who...” she paused for a second while she wondered how to word it. “...Enjoys a bit of spice. Ideally female.”<br/><br/>She watched the woman, wondering if any particular recommendations would be put forth.