(http://i893.photobucket.com/albums/ac134/helvorn/PaulettePix.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salesroom - Emperium.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ryuuji Adams, Mizuki Adams & Dr. Okello Okanjo.<br/><br/>Paulette trembled slightly as she stood behind the chair of her new master, her arms still on the back of the chair, her head and hair hanging over him.  Her taunt breasts swayed slightly like pale globes of perfect fruit.  His masculine scent filled her nostrils as her brain began to process her fate and memorize the smell of the man who would hold her life in his large hands.  With her eyes covered by the curtain of her hair she studied him; his shoulders were broad and strong and he was tastefully dressed in expensive clothing.  Paulette had been around enough of the rich and powerful to know class when she saw it and this one's attire screamed of wealth and incredible attention to detail.<br/><br/>She looked away quickly as he shifted back in his chair.  Her hair hung down like a curtain and she was suddenly afraid as it was just the two of them in this little world.  She started at the touch of his hand on her chin but she quickly figured what he wanted and locked her deep blue eyes with his green.  She gazed unblinkingly at him for what seemed like an endless moment.  The eyes seemed to weigh her, measure her and offer an infinity of promise of a life shaped by his will and his will alone.  Paulette's eyes opened wider as her fear grew from a little creature hidden in the dark corner of her mind to something that rested heavily on her shoulder like a vulture.<br/><br/>At the touch of his hand on her right wrist she moved obediently to stand next to him.  Her eyes looked away from him and locked onto the kneeling Mizuki in a forlorn plea for some kind of human contact as his hand guided her down to kneel next to him.  Paulette kept her eyes carefully averted but still on Mizumi as Okello stroked her hair and ran his fingers along her scalp. She settled herself and took a deep, calming breath as her trembling subsided a bit.  Then she bit her tongue to stifle a cry as her head was jerked back with a cruel tug on her soft, flowing hair.  She kept her eyes averted from his unless he touched her on the chin; somehow if she did not look at him he would not own her soul as he owned her body.  Paulette remained tense and frightened as her new master alternated stroking and pain.  He was teaching her that she was at his mercy as the source of pleasure, comfort as well as pain and demand.  She was being trained...