Our dear Flashy... how hard he had struggled against giving in to his most base instincts! His previous girls they were ravished thoroughly, till they felt like nothing more than a damp, limp rag used to scrub the toilets. It was in this very Teahouse that he sought the balm to his troubled self, and this sweet Zara did nothing but to poke, prod and provoke his baser yearnings. Feeling his throat tighten a little from the well-performed art of lazy passion and open display, he tried his utmost to ignore her exhortation to rip his own clothes apart and take her, there and then.<br/><br/>But yet he knew all too well, that to give in to that urge was to place himself in her thrall. A position that he hardly relished to have. This Zara was an exquisite piece.. one he knew he'd wish to visit and use, again and again. The first encounter mattered the most... set the tone for the future appointments to come and he had to seize every opportunity that presented itself.<br/><br/>Laying the closed velvet box down upon the sheets he performed a tease of his own, shrugging out of his jacket to reveal his lean, well-toned torso straining lightly against his well-pressed shirt. As he retrieved the box, his fingertips drew along the perimeter of it in the same manner as her jawline was caressed, recounting the tale of how this particular piece was retrieved.<br/><br/>"What I have here... once graced the throat of a queen of the distant Orient. She had quite the audacity of supporting a most foolish rebellion that had to be put down most promptly.."<br/><br/>(http://www.artesanum.com/upload/postal/9/4/3/collar_de_alpaca_y_jade-93504.jpg)<br/><br/>The Colonel allowed several moments for the tale to sink in, drawing out the revelation of this particular article before opening the box in full to display an immaculate jade necklace that was well fit enough for royalty. If Zara ever chose to wear it in public it'd be quite the scandal for one of her station to even possess it.<br/><br/>"This was retrieved from her pretty neck.. right after she was slain, of course. Queen Murtubak was quite insistent about dying with it."