(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RyuujiAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ryuuji Adam</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emperium - Ground Floor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Kaelyn Richelieu, Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset, Darya Lysina, Valentina Khorkina<br/><br/>Ryuuji was at this point had an extremely hard time in preventing a smile from appearing on his expression, three slaves sold in succession would always be classed as a stellar day for business. He accepted Richelieu's credit card and said,<strong>"Of course, Madame. I will be back in just a few minutes."</strong>He turned around and walked to the nearest check out counter to process the payment. It was a few minutes later when he was done and made his way back to the waiting french woman before he handed her credit card and invoice back. He then turned to the slaves that the woman had purchased and unlocked them one by one before attaching a leash each on their collar and handing them to Richelieu,<strong>"Congratulation, Madame. They are now yours."</strong><br/><br/>Just as soon as the leashes left his hand which symbolize the sales are done, Ryuuji saw one of his store slaves approached him. The slave told him that his presence is required in the loading dock as someone is trying to get him a new slave to sell. He sighed as he turned back to Richelieu,<strong>"My apologies, madame. It apparently my presence is required at another place, you are of course welcome to browse through our store for anything you may require for your new slaves. Have a nice day."</strong><br/><br/>It was ten minutes later when he arrived at the loading dock and face to face with Xavier. Ryuuji doesn't bother with nicessities as he asked simply,<strong>"Now what?"</strong>if he were to be honest with himself, Xavier is someone that he would never employed had he given the choice, the man was dumb, poor judgement of character, disrespectful to a fault and had a taste on black market dealing just a little too much for his taste. Unfortunately, the man was someone that he had inherited from the manager before him and the old manager obviously didn't have the same value as himself when it comes to how to treat slaves and Xavier was every bit the follower of the old decree. Though Ryuuji might not be able to kick the man out... yet at least, but that doesn't mean he had to be civil with him.<br/><br/>Ryuuji is pinching the bridge of his nose as the aging man told him about the red head slave and the dealer, he really wanted so bad to smack the guy accross the room. Neither could he mistake the older man's look of perversion as he recounted the "tests" he conducted on the slaves which just made him boil even more. He finally lost it as he interrupted the man harshly,<strong>"You called ME down here for this crap? You think I had so much time I had the luxury to fix your every fucking problem?"</strong>the older man looked intimidted for a minute before he composed himself and looked back at him in indignation but Ryuuji was unrelenting as he continued,<strong>"How many times I had to tell you that we are NOT dealing with black market dealers? It might had lost your attention, old man but the old practice where YOU can take slaves under the table and "trained" them in private in the dungeon before they could be sold is finished and I say, good riddance."</strong><br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, Ryuuji walked past the man straight to the dark skinned woman sitting on a packing crate with what he assume to be her slave "servicing" her. He approached the woman and greeted her politely if not emotionlessly,<strong>"I'm sorry madam, my employee had told me about your merchandize but unfortunately, we are unable to take it off your hand. The slave you had is too wild for us to be able to expect a sale of her and the fact that her collar is blank also had the potential to blow up in our face."</strong>Despite his polite words though, the look on his eyes bore the massage that there would not be any leeway or argument against him. His expression then softened slightly before continuing,<strong>"I can however, direct you to someone who may be interested to deal with you. The person is a freelance slave trader of some repute and he takes pretty much any kind of slave. I think it will be beneficial for you to contact him."</strong>He then took out a piece of memo paper from his pocket and written down the contact number to one Rayn Assad before handing it to the woman,<strong>"Have a good day, madame."</strong>