(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/TillieAvatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">TILLIE LeBON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br/><br/>I giggled softly at the question. The irony of my two companions was totally lost on me at the time - the one pretending to be interested and the other pretending not to be: I would never have known if I hadn't been told later. Still, I had an audience, and that was what counted. "When does pleasure turn to horror? Hmm... I think at the point my Master gets out a saw and suggests cutting bits off. But isn't that the point? If your master tells you he is going to cut both your legs off, what are you going to do? Tell him 'No'? Complain to the BAF? Run away? No, you are going to do the same as I would. You are going to beg him not to, and if he insists, then you are going to hold your legs out for him and pray he does it quick!"<br/><br/>I shrugged. The idea of having parts lopped off me was not an appealing one, but I was the product of the system. I knew my place and that was to be some man's play thing, until I was too old to appeal to him, and then to be sold for some menial hard labour until I died. Part of me hoped against hope that I would die while a play thing. I stood up and walked to where the red-head stood, silent. "What about you,<em>Rouquin</em>?" I asked, calling her "Ginger" in French. "Are you looking forward to a good solid fuck?"