The rover pulled up to the marble stairway that made a brief climb to the columned portico of the manor's front entrance.  Marco reached over and ran a finger across her cheek. She was smooth, just a bit too smooth perhaps. Some of the greatest joy of breaking in a slave was their initial terror, the shock and revulsion of discovering the power the family had over him.<br/><br/>He left the servants take Melody as smoked on the stepped. There would be a casual stroll around the gardens before he returned to the manor. He had already commanded everything down to the last detail so it was no problem to find her room. From all reports she was to cooperative, there was no spunk in her and she hadn't demonstrated the conversational skills he preferred either. She was beautiful and innocent yes, but not quite the full package Marco was looking for.<br/><br/>He remembered a while back there had been a green peace activist that had been in a wreck and washed ashore. The look of shock, the subtle change of expressions, the protests, and the slow breaking of her stubborn will had been the most beautiful thing he had witnessed in his long life. She had broken to such a degree he had her barking on command. Marco swore he had grown very fond of her, perhaps loved her. Her reward, she was now a dolphin. Though the strange thing was, her fate made her happy, and the memory made him feel a bit lighter as well. But enough of memories, he had business to attend to.<br/><br/>Marco entered Melody's room unannounced. He loved that name, so sweet, so soft, like music, Melody. It was a very important name to him, a name that featured prominently in the mausoleum. A smile crossed his face as walked to the window and took Melody by the wrists one by one. When he touched her shackles it looked like he was pressing something to make them open, though it was actually the power. The shackles fell to the floor. He was still dressed in a white suit, though the clean crisp white fabric went well with her pale blue sun dress. Apart from him looking possibly old enough to be her father they looked well together.<br/><br/>"A beauty of such magnitude should be free to shine upon the world," he said, "Mademoiselle, may I be graced with the knowledge of your name?"<br/><br/>The shackles were not necessary, once on the island, physical restraints became redundant. And Marco wanted Melody to get used to the idea that she was in paradise. He was not ready to pull back the curtain just yet. If she thought she had found her ticket home, that would even be better when the realization came. Though the fact that she seemed to be rolling with situation rather than trying to control it in some way, in any way, had the potential to bore him rather thoroughly. If she was simply adaptable that was one thing, a good thing, but if she was too subservient and too easily broken that was another. The right mix of personality was so important to make the game enjoyable. He feared she might enjoy immediately some if the things he'd normally do to torment one of his toys, then he wouldn't get that gasp, that shock, that 'what's happening to me!' moment off of a subtle change in her features or clothing. Marco thought this as he patiently waited for her to speak and finish speaking.<br/><br/>"I do hope that you have found our humble estate sufficient for your needs," Marco said, "If you are comfortable. I think.... I think I'd like you to meet someone. Follow me."<br/><br/>He would indicate a return to the lobby, a short trip across the hall and down the stairs. If she was adaptable that she could bend in form without losing her will to live and easily trained then Enzo would be much more likely to appreciate this catch. It had been a while since he had a fresh slave of this much potential for willing experimentation. Heck, Marco gathered from her demeanor that if she was told the truth she'd probably volunteer herself, rather droll.