(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AdrianAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Adrian Layvin Dumont</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maya Bay Bar & Café<br/><strong>With:</strong>Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; meeting Rayn<br/><br/><hr/><br/>His lunch hour had been prolonged this day. Adrian taxed himself to leave the office on time. Never before had work tugged at his attention with such bravado. The part of Adrian that wanted to meet with Rayn, and purchase a slave was small. So, the civil war within him was a bloody one. He procrastinated his business meeting, finally leaving the building in order to be respectful toward Mr. Rayn Assad. Upon exiting work, he was confident in himself to arrive, and then cancel all prior agreements. That changed with every step toward the Cafe. His mind filled up with debate. His resolve was teetering under the cowardice sun. A tailor had constructing his clothing with finely stitched French cotton and Italian silk. It was colored with pitch black, and it sat softly in the glare of the sunlight, unable to reflect. His vest was black, and his tie was as well, but the shirt underneath was white. Adrian had to layer himself like this daily. A good shower was always waiting for him at home, for heat conquered AC in his office and his car.<br/><br/>He looked like a walking shadow in black hair, and dark sunglasses as well. The Maya Bay Cafe was only a stone's throw from his office. He appeared there much faster than he would have liked.<br/><br/>The scenic displacement of skin, and beautiful cuts of fine, sliced pussy, halos of gold, coffee, and strawberry satin, sweat on the arches and peaks of shoulders and breasts. Adrian couldn't see the forest for the trees, or the sky for the clouds. "This world has gone mad with riches," he mumbled to himself in the corniest of observations. Mr. Dumont reflected almost nothing that could be considered real. Monaco had blinded him. From shop-keep to shop-keep, the world had become nothing but a labyrinth of femininity. He remembered films from his childhood, and books from the time before the world had decided to pass Compulsory Slave Laws. Men were hard-pressed to find their mates back then. It seemed like childsplay now. For, every woman that Adrian laid eyes on was purchased, and mistreated by another man. The respectful friendships that he had grown to adore had been cast to the wayside.<br/><br/>Really, it seemed like God had answered their frustrations with a plethora of beautiful cherub-pasted baby-dolls in high birth percentage world-wide. It was a miracle. But, Adrian only witnessed horror where a good thing had been mishandled and reformed. No, he was not a godly man, and he wallowed in his loneliness from dawn till dusk, night after night. He recalled all of this in less than five minutes.<br/><br/>Now, a pride filled his chest as he turned the corner, and the Maya Bay Cafe came into view. It would all be over shortly, his personality would become tainted forever. But, his restlessness could slam shut now, at least, that was the theory.<br/><br/>He recognized Rayn from the description that he had received on the phone. Adrian removed his sunglasses as the distance between them closed. While still holding the shades in one hand, the two men welcomed the other with grasped palms over the table. They were standing, faced, shoulder's parallel, stuck in a tableau above the beauty that Rosalie could inspire but never define. Adrian's eyes darted toward the supple lift of her skin more than once before he sat down.<br/><br/>Scooting in, ordering a glass of wine from the slatternly waitress that he couldn't commit to memory, sliding his contemporary sunglasses into the second button of his vest; he managed to keep his eyes in the proper place only moments after Rosalie had hypnotized him. Aside from his formal introduction with Rayn, Adrian didn't talk about much. He had to clear his throat before he officially started to do business: "Well, I find myself in a bit of a crossroads these days." His English was intensely proper, and his accent was almost middle-eastern. It was in the flux of his voice, and the syntax of his personal timbre. "I'm not sure what to do with myself here. It's ironic, you see. I've been with a woman before, of course, but I've only recently put to mind the concept of purchasing one." Adrian didn't feel like explaining why. "Unfortunately, I may need you to guide me through the process Mr. Assad. I work with the legal side of this all day. But, I've never been there during a deal, like this. So, you've me at a disadvantage, indeed. Sir- I know you'll treat me fairly. I'm an accountant. And, I know what<em>every woman</em>costs." His clam may have overstepped reality. But, he did not plan on spending more than he would need to. His trust gauge had been turned off completely for this engagement.<br/><br/>