(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Darya's yacht,<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo, Kaelyn Richelieu; Kaelyn's slave, Tillie; Marie-Clare Lisson; Marie-Clare's slave and mother, Annalie Rachel Lisson; Matti Groves<br/><br/>I hung mutely on my hands and knees as the others spoke of their slaves as object, animals.  I shuddered at the sight of the poor woman used by her bitch of a daughter.  What terrible, terrible treatment of your mother to make her nude and then show her off so lewdly.  When the other man joined them, the pianist I looked up at him and then hurriedly back down.  I did not know him personally but had heard of him and his music.  He was an extremely talented by reputation and of course she'd noted his singing in the background even as she was shoved and yanked and pulled.  The steely hint of cruelty in his eyes as he regarded the three slaves gathered around their owners did not bode well.<br/><br/>I jerked unwillingly as Dr. Okanjo pulled me forward and handed my leash off to Matti.  I pulled a bit at first, unwilling to go but I did not resist more than a reflexive moment.  I knew that punishment would await me; that much I had learned in a short time with my master.<br/><br/>I followed Matti, still awkwardly on my hands and knees.  I strained to keep up, finding it difficult as I kept my head down in what seemed like a submissive pose but really kept me concealed beneath my long hair.  We came to the piano and I could tell that Dr. Okanjo was following.  I had been asked a question so I replied softly, barely over a whisper.  "Yes, I can sing."  At that I lifted my head and looked him boldly in the eye.  There was something about being around music that made me momentarily forget my position and drop the submissive pose.<br/><br/>Eyes meeting I noticed the flare of recognition in gaze.  Even as I blushed I nodded, hoping for some kind of professional courtesy perhaps.  As he struck the note I launched into the intro.  Taken away by the song I closed my eyes and let my voice soar.  I had a sweet, pure voice that was instantly recognizable in a certain genre of ballad-style music.  Perhaps the only reason I had never cross over into the superstar range had been a reluctance to shift my style to more tawdry pop and expose myself sexually on stage.  But this was something that I owned, my voice and I let it trill in a virtuoso performance that blending spectacularly with Matti.