(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KaelynAvatar02.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kaelyn Richelieu</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Galaxy, C Deck<br/><strong>With:</strong>Dr. Okello Okanjo; Okello's slave Paulette Saint-Simon; Darius Fair; Darius' slave  Kumiko Sakamoto; Four brothel slaves (Audrey, Lauren, Stacey); Kaelyn's slaves Tillie LeBon and Sophie Maryse Bisset<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When the champagne glass appeared in her hand Kaelyn merely raised an eyebrow at her slave, ignoring it as it crawled alongside her. The punishment would be subtle and one that little Tillie would quickly understand. As Doctor Okanjo talked, she tilted her slut’s head up, tapped its lips and gently, but quickly, poured the entire contents of the glass down its throat. When she looked back up at the doctor, he was smiling widely and looked like a smitten boy. His statements to how good it was to see her again only added to the effect and she couldn’t help but smile warmly at him in response.<br/><br/>He was a handsome man and she thought about how good they would look together.<br/><br/>"<em>As much as I love hearing you calling me 'your dear doctor,' it would please me to no end to hear you call me 'your dear Okello.'  I do hope we can be more than just... business associates.</em>"<br/><br/>"<strong>I believe that would please me as well, Okello."</strong>Her voice was pure honey as she let his name roll out of her mouth. A waiter passed by and she set the champagne glass on his tray, freeing her hand so she could settle it lightly on Okello’s wrist. "<strong>And I insist that you call me Kaelyn, please."</strong><br/><br/>He introduced her to the boy standing next to him and she nodded, thanking him for the referrals and quickly turning away from him and back to the doctor, her displeasure at how his slave was allowed to behave clearly on her face. At his mention of her slaves she grinned, a hungry light to her smile, and patted Tillie’s head. "<strong>The other one has turned out to be a disappointment, fortunately there is no limit to the tastes of the men and women who visit <em>Richelieu’s</em>. This one, however, is exactly what I wanted. Such a sweet young thing, I hope to get many years of use out of it before I tire of it."</strong><br/><br/>At his mention of publicly using his slave she wrinkled her nose in distaste. "<strong>While I am flattered by your thinking of me, I personally am not one for showing myself in public. I care not about the slaves, as that is what they are for, I just don’t find it necessary to do the same with oneself."</strong>Her speech had taken a more formal tone and she hoped it would let him know how unpleasant she found such things.<br/><br/>"<em>The invitation still stands for you to have your way with my slave-cunt here.  I would love to see you give it a good working over.  Perhaps I can break in the new skinny bitch you picked up.  I would hate to leave any of your whores unused by me, Mistress.</em>"<br/><br/>The suddenness of the word threw her and she blinked once as he glanced over at where her other slaves were being tied to a railing.<em>Mistress</em>. Is that all he wanted out of her? Or was it something that came naturally? Finding submissive men had become progressively harder since the laws had been put into effect and if he was one of them, even if only slightly so - well, it was certainly a lot to think about.<br/><br/>She looked down at his slave and imagined her little one fucking the cunt and smiled, ready to take him up on the offer of using it. Instead she was interrupted by Marie-Claire. The most surprising thing, however, was the slave hobbling behind the young woman. She greeted Marie-Claire and then pointed at her slave. "<strong>Marie-Claire, darling, is it my imagination or is that your mother?"</strong><br/><br/>Annalie was recognizable as someone she had socialized with and it surprised and shocked her to see the women being towed by her own daughter. She most certainly wanted to hear the story behind that.<br/><br/>"<strong>Marie-Claire, let me introduce you to a friend, this is Doctor Okanjo. Doctor, a dear sweet friend of mine, Marie-Claire Lisson."</strong><br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rayn arrive, gave him a small smile when he looked her way, and made a mental note to greet him later. A good crowd seemed to be gathering and she felt a swell of pride that her friend was going to get such a wonderful turn out for her first official social affair in Monaco.