<br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/CallieAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Callie Shaw</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Tillie LeBon, Sophie Maryse Bisset.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Callie was standing, playing absently with her hair with her right hand, and with her left, examining every detail of the collar around her neck. She only half turned to listen when the girl, Tillie, spoke. Callie was, more or less unable to say anything, when the two other girls got talking about wanting to have a cruel master, and needing sex. She had no such feelings, and yet, she'd made it seem that she did. Her father, and brother had kept their hands off her and her sisters, how she had no idea how, but they'd managed it, thanks more to her father than her brother, perhaps. Strangely enough, the understanding if where she'd end up had never translated into an enthusiasm for the concept. Sex, cruelty, slavery, these felt like far off concepts, despite the fact that she stood naked, slave-collar on, and waiting to be sold off.<br/><br/><br/>Her education had obviously not had the effect on her that had apparently been the result for her cell mates. She hadn't been raised to be a slave in the sense that many girls were. She known that was her fate, but her education had been, for the most part free of the teaching of slavery. Home-schooling kept her out of the public system, and her mother had been quite effective in that regard. So, she'd been enthusiastic, throwing herself into this process. Her goal was not just to be what she was, however, she was not imagining herself as powerless. Her father had not been enough of a master to her mother for her to internalize that feeling. There was a way, she thought, to have that crucial little bit of freedom. She didn't know if she'd manage it, but she had to try, right? She'd been given the gift, at least, of being here, instead of being sold to someone like her father on the cheap. Large breasts and curves had been a blessing and a curse in the department. She didn't have as much ability to avoid standing out, for better or worse depending on the buyer's preferences, but she knew the value of attitude.<br/><br/>She was, actually curious when she heard Sophie's question, though she was facing away from them, and didn't turn to look. What would she do if she got the cruel master Tillie seemed to want so much? Was it too much to ask fir a young, insecure man? This had been her ideal. A young man, preferably not one who'd taken to the idea of owning a slave. The idea of that actually made her somewhat hopeful, however unlikely it seemed. Attitude was important, that was her only real weapon. Seem excited for the sick ones, they'd want the reluctant slaves. Seem fake, and avoid real expression for the ones that looked for a long time, they'd pass her over for that. What else could she do? She would have to be the girl that would be wanted by the master she wanted.