(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maya Bay Bar & Café<br/><strong>With:</strong>Various patrons, waiters, slaves at café; Darya Lisina; Darya's slave Valentina Khorkina<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kaelyn translated Darya's order, scrunching up her nose when she placed the order for the cunt's food. She would never dream of feeding a slave in public, saving that for the slave feeding areas in both her brothel and penthouse. Then again, Darya was a bit soft-hearted, still young, and only on her first slave.<br/><br/>At Darya's comment about garlic smelling mongrels, Kaelyn laughed. "<strong>You wound me, dearest, truly.</strong>" She winked at their waiter and added to her order. "<strong>I'll have the Baozi and an Unagi Maki. That'll be all for now.</strong>"<br/><br/>Her water was cold and refreshing, a relief from the stifled air of the restaurant. "<strong>Is it really inhuman? I punish my slaves when they misbehave and the then learn not to. And should we treat those women who can't afford to pay their taxes so gently? They want freedom, they need to earn it.</strong>" She waved a hand as if to erase the words from the air. "<strong>Never mind about that, we'd be here all day, let us talk about our shopping.</strong>"<br/><br/>Their waiter came back at that moment, Kaelyn's cocktail balanced gently on a tray. She smiled at him when he put it on the table and then proceeded to ignore him as she turned back to her friend. "<strong>I'll certainly be in the need for some accessories, so we'll go to that shop. I was thinking of going to the Emperium. Monsieur Adam has quite the reputation for having high quality slaves available and I'm sure I'll find something to fit the needs of my brothel there.</strong>"<br/><br/>They chatted amiably as they waited for their food, discussing the kind of things that only women with money could enjoy. When the food arrived Kaelyn ignored the slave on the floor eating and made a note to mention it to Darya later on. Even if she wanted to be nice to her cunt, when out in public she would have to be a bit tougher so as not to seem weak to the world.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm also thinking of purchasing a second slave, one for my personal use. The two I have at home are just domestic creatures, old slaves my grandfather gifted me with years ago.</strong>" She wiped the corner of her mouth to clear a drop of sauce and set her utensils down. "<strong>I enjoy the cunts we have at the brothel, but I'd really like to have my own at my beck and call at all hours. And, as my cousin has been so keen to remind me every time we talk, the brothel is for clients and not for our personal use. At least, not while on the clock.</strong>"<br/><br/>Kaelyn pointed at the slave by Darya's feet and raised an eyebrow in question. "<strong>What of your slave, what do you have it do?</strong>"