(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>Taxi, Beach, then Restaurant Rampoldi<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Mati Groves<br/><strong>Collar Setting: </strong>0<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Paulette took her seat gracefully, folding the skirt of her dress carefully under her as she perched regally on her chair.  There was something in her that responded to a beautiful place like this, to the quiet and civilization as well as to the elegant dress in which she was clad.  She nodded gratefully as Mati ordered the champagne, some part of her approving of his choice.  She turned her attention to the menu, not quite sure what she wanted and not particularly hungry at the moment.  The experience of being out on the two dressed in such fine clothing, attending such a fine restaurant was more than enough bread to fill her spirit while the body could certainly wait.  The only marks of her bondage were the collar of course and the little phrase that Mati had left marked on her back.<br/><br/>She felt his gaze on hers and looked up.  Paulette smiled enigmatically in return.  She met his eyes for a moment, searching for his mood and his plans.  She did notice the flicker of his mood, had seen the change around his eyes and mouth that meant he was going to use her but it passed and while she had not tensed up her mood still changed.  She wondered at how quickly she was adjusting to his moods and feelings; was it the slavery, the conditioning preparing her mind and body to accept a master or perhaps she relished the pain and torment along with the music as a continuum of her condition from free to slave and back to free at some point.<br/><br/>After a moment of quiet contemplation Paulette nodded.  "Yes, mon maître, a light repast would be to my favor.  I have much on my mind, much to see and contemplate and my heart is too full to eat heavily."  She looked down again as he continued to speak, not so much uncertain of what to say as surprised at the question.  Of course she should have expected it as Mati seemed in ways as introspective as she.<br/><br/>"I would delight to perform mon maître.  The acoustics and the patrons are most acceptable for an intimate performance."  Again she paused, her eyes searching his face and body for clues as to his thoughts.  She immediately decided not to dissemble with this one as not only would he catch her and punish her but she surprised herself by reaching the point in her mind where she found she valued the truth.  "You know who I am or at least who I was not more than a year ago.  I had signed a contract independently of my father and my career was headed to the sky.  I had as much happiness and security as any free woman might in these days.  It all changed when we were driving from Cologne to Paris after a show.   That is when my lover and manager were driving."  He voice turned low and intense as she spoke although her words and posture stayed matter of fact.  "I was pleasuring him orally as we drove and we had an accident at high speed.  I am not sure what he hit or why but he was killed and I suffered bruises and a strong blow to the head."<br/><br/>"I fled the accident scene I know not why.  I moved about in the countryside from town to town and inn to inn for maybe a week, the time is blurry and then I was taken in as an escaped slave.  I do not know why I was taken and not freed instead as my contract was paid.  Perhaps my father made some arrangements or there was some complications with the accident.  Things were blurry at that time and not just because of the head injury.  I felt responsible for his death and in a way the indignities of slavery and bondage were a form of penance for his death.  And so, her I am with you.  I make music and act as your sounding board, your woman your blank sheet."  She paused and took a sip of the champagne.  "Musically I wish to fly with you.  You have a strong sense of the heart and soul of the music, of the rhythm and purpose.  I wish to fulfill that purpose through your music and my own interpretation of it into something that has meaning for both of us."