(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Rayn Assad</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Galaxy<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rosalie. Darya & Valentia. Callie & Nonami. Linda. Chun. Darius & Kumiko.<br/><hr/><br/>Rayn listened intently to  Darya's reply, their conversation continuing on uninterrupted until a beautiful figure wrapped in black silk approached them. She looked like the mysterious eastern beauty of a pulp novel, and he couldn't help but be momentarily mesmerized by the effect. Still, as he watched her approach he seemed to notice that she was not truly comfortable in her get-up. Rayn gave her a soft welcoming smile before she stumbled on the thin heels, her hands falling onto his shoulder and Darya's leg. He couldn't help but laugh kindly, helping the poor girl to her feet as she introduced herself to Darya.<br/><br/>"Ah Chun... It's a pleasure to meet you." He said after she had introduced herself, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. "Zhang said to look out for someone in a special outfit, I guessing it was his idea, he does have a love for theatrics" He patted the chair next to him, sealing any hope of an early escape without seeming impolite. "Please, sit, it must be a terrible bore to be at a party on your own." He smiled cheerfully to her. "So, have you been in Monaco long?"<br/><br/>They were soon joined by two others who he had yet to meet in his time here in Monaco who approached to talk to Chun. The slave was dressed as princess Leia which brought a smile to his face, it appeared she was thoroughly enjoying it. It heartened him to see another happy slave and Master pairing. He took the opportunity of the brief interlude to raise his hand in a wave to Linda, his business associate, inviting her over if she so wished. His hand slid down to the back of Nonami's head, stroking it softly for a moment. He didn't interrupt his conversation to punish the girl for her pathetic flinch; that would show she had any control over what he did at all, even in the negative. It also made her reaction all the sweeter when his hands suddenly grabbed a thick fist-full of her dark black hair and twisted, forcing her head back and her body into a painful arch. Robbing any thought that she might have gotten away unoticed. He held her body their until the most delicious sounds of pain began to be emitted from Nonami's lips, and then a bit further beyond that, before he finally forced her head down to the floor with a shove, her face landing on the cold leather of his boots. "My apologies" He smiled to Darya, and also to her slave who he did not wish to scare.