The merchant woman expresses the confusion in her simple, mortal mind.  "Master?  Pet?  My love, I thought you said you were meeting a business associate..."<br/><br/>He smiles patiently, patting the poor woman's head softly.  "My dear, I told you, she is a courtesan.  Submission and servitude is her life's work.  And what have I told you about submission?"<br/><br/>She blushes.  "That when someone submits to another, they are able to set aside the thousand everyday worries and focus entirely on the goal of service to their master, and in doing so harness all their energy and achieve their maximum potential."  To any outside observer, it sounds as if she is reciting rotely.  The closest comparison would be a church doctrine, and that is a very apt comparison.<br/><br/>"Very good, my dear.  Now if you'll excuse me."  He steps outside the bedroom, looking down at his far more beautiful, far more intelligent, and far more capable Infernal slave.  Who could hear the brief discussion, of course.<br/><br/>"You may rise, Pet, and speak.  Follow me."  With no more preamble than that, he heads out into the nighttime of Nexus, knowing his perfectly obedient property would follow.