(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DaryaAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darya Lysina</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sitting on the sun deck of<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>Myshka and some slaves.<br/><br/>Was everybody now prancing around this slave girl who thought she could sing? Bah. Slave or not, my Myshka was by far better than this... this... ARGH! I was ready to kick them all off my ship. Situations like this made me very uncomfortable and I'm sure Myshka was feeling my mood swing rather rapidly as I was gritting my teeth. When the slave stopped singing I relaxed a bit again and talked to lots of people I never met, all complimenting me for a good party, a nice yacht and experienced and friendly crew.<br/><br/>Myshka sat by my side the entire time, looking absolutely gorgeous and when the evening turned to night, I wanted to see more of her. I got up and motioned Myshka to follow me. All around the ship, vulgair things were going on and sloppy sounds, moans and screams filled the bowels of the ship. Petty whores no doubt. My Myshka was SO much better.<br/><br/>We got to my suite and I locked the door behind us.<br/><br/><strong>"You're going to dance for me and my guests Myshka. A nice erotic show. Here is the key to the cabinet, pick whatever clothes you like and music."</strong><br/><br/>I handed her a key and showed her which closets to open and then sat down and took off my shoes. As I watched Myshka go through the clothes I've bought for her over the years, I laid down on the bed a bit, listening to all the sounds around me. Over the ship's phoneline I called the head of the crew and told him to bring some spotlights to the sundeck and to have a pole ready in case Myshka needed a pole for her act.<br/><br/><strong>"How's it going little one?"</strong>