<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KamalaAvatar02.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kamala Adani</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Terrace<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her Master Ricardo Reyes, these crazy women<br/><br/>I sat, and watched, and listened. I mostly sat and listened becuase watching would have meant that I was up and at their level, and heaven forbid that happens! As Smart as Ricardo is, he's still an idiot. I understood exactly where this woman was going with the entire conversation, have us steal the damn car and then sell it to her. The car had been out of the limelight for a while now, all we had to do was give the car a few removable modifications, some things that would change the appearance just enough to make it look like a different car, and we'd be set to send it over international lines and get it here. I didn't like the idea of theft though, too many variables for my taste. Especially if you got a crew that got a little too big for their britches and thought they could get more money then what was agreed upon.<br/><br/>I leaned my head into his hand and breathed slowly, my eyes closing as I relaxed, a few good tugs and he would have had me wet and wanting, but luckily their lunch was here and I was able to avoid an unwanted scene. I watched the poor young thing in the pink corset move out into the sun and have to drink from a dish, I knew there were girls that were forced to do this now. I'd seen it before, but I never liked seeing it and to be honest, I probably would never quite get accustomed to it.<br/><br/>I cringed lightly at the mention that the car was driven regularly and got repairs done regularly, that was all we needed was him admitting that he'd known the where abouts of one of the most famous stolen cars, and her reporting it. I doubt she would, but still. I took a sip from my glass to avoid placing a hand on his knee in a 'shut up' sort of way, I didn't need to tell him how to do his business, even if I practically ran it for him.<br/><br/>I gave a small smile when the woman started talking to him plainly, yep, this one was a shark to be certain. I would have hated to have had to bump heads with her back when I was still a free woman. I looked up to Ricardo and waited his response, taking another sip of my water and, just feeling the water as it slid down my throat. I watched as the little thing bent her ass in the air and drank her own water, and then moved back to underneath the table to eat this woman's scraps. I wanted to shake my head, but instead all I could was grip at my glass. As much as I liked going out, I really hated going out.<br/><br/>I listened to the conversation go on a few moments longer, and then watched in horror as the little slave girl was choked while drinking, I watched her while she was reprimanded for choking, and watched as the poor thing apologized to her for something that wasn't her fault. To hell with my reward. I wanted to go home now, away from all of this craziness, I'd had enough of it for one day. I just wanted to lock myself up in the office, and take care of work.<br/>