<div align="center"><strong>~Claudia in the dining hall~</strong></div><br/>As Jarod pulled out his tablet, her interest peaked since it reminded her of her own habits of taking down random information at events. “Are you tracking everyone’s defining traits?”  The grin on his face partially answered her question, but she was left with the need to know what was going on in the mind of his. She didn't like not being able to read people since it put her in the position of getting trapped in someone else's plan without her permission. Her mind attempted to go back and think of his history but nothing came to mind. That would be rectified by the end of the night since she didn't like playing a game without knowing the rules.<em>Stop. This is Jarod, not a bug to destroy or play with.</em>It was the truth, but he was so delicious looking as if he could break a woman upon entering her. Claudia wanted to see him in action, would be tempted to record it for analyzing later in her own room.<br/><br/>She frowned as he demeaned her type of play since it wasn’t disrespectful if the person begged for more of it. Their own weak minds and insecurities might feel shame for doing the acts later, but that wasn’t her problem. His words made sense to her in a way, and she could understand what he sought to do to another person. Enslave them to his ways. His methods were indeed cruel, and perhaps humiliating for the person involved even if he didn’t realize it. What happened if he didn’t want the person anymore? Their entire outlook on life would change permanently, and they would always think of him with longing in their eyes as they sought to find the unattainable.<em>Every woman should experience one night of submission.</em>Her nose wrinkled at his words before she delivered a quick response. “And men should feel submission as well. Tell me, Jarod, when was the last time you let go of that control you so relish? The last time you let yourself be gagged and ruined?” Her skin flustered with her agitation, and she knew it was nearly time to get away from him since he was getting under her skin. In both bad and good ways. “The only thing I indeed to do is watch you use some poor girl.” She gritted her teeth before pushing out her chair from the table.<br/>