(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/OkelloAvatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dr. Okello Okanjo</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Salesroom "Emperium," Ryuuji's Office<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ryuuji Adam, Mizuki Adam, Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo followed Mr. Adam.  Even though he stepped on the lift first, he was always looking at the slave, and the more he looked, the more he wanted her.  He especially liked how she was led by a chain attached to her collar.  He wanted to be holding that chain, to be leading her around.<br/><br/>He made a mental note of whether Mr. Adam had the slave walk upright or crawl on all fours.<br/><br/>His "corporate slave" concept, essentially protecting his division's slaves from the harshest treatment, was merciful for the slaves.  It was a step below the previous generation's corporate slave, while being many steps above non-human livestock and many more steps above the current generation's lowest slave.  Having the slaves that are on sale walk instead of crawl could be another way of being considered "soft."<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo thought that Mr. Adam seemed like the type who would be concerned with the bottom line, and the bottom line only, in much the same way that Dr. Okanjo was concerned only with the slave he was just appraising.  When he entered the office, he barely noticed the slave that was already there.  Usually, he would have thought her a stunning creature, but he had a different object of desire on his mind.<br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo took the paper, but did not bother even looking at it.  Still focused on the slave, he said over his shoulder,<strong>"Mr. Adam, would you be so kind as to allow me to continue my... appraisal... of this slave.  Nothing invasive, and it will take only a moment, much like a mechanic checking a car."</strong><br/><br/>Assuming Mr. Adam's agreement, Dr. Okanjo stood up from his chair and walked around behind it.  Looking at the slave, he put his hands on the back of the chair, showing her how he wanted her to stand for him.<br/><br/>When she was in position, he stood behind her, his hands on his hips pulling her back so she leaned forward more, his shoes against the insides of her bare feet to nudge them apart.  He squatted down and placed his hands on her rear cheeks, cupping the undersides of them, and spreading them apart, revealing the puckered ring, the one orifice he had not examined yet.  He took a deep breath and blew cold air through the narrow opening that is his lips were shaped in, teasing the slave's rear entrance with the tingling sensation.<br/><br/>He stood up and gave her asscheeks a squeeze, then smacked them hard, one side and then the other.  Then he sat back down without giving her any further communication, and skimmed the paper for the only important detail... the Determined Market Value.<br/><br/>The number he saw made him tilt his head and raise an eyebrow.<strong>"This seems kind of high for a slave... even for one of this caliber... even for Monaco.  I could get two slaves currently on your salesfloor for the price of this one."</strong><br/><br/>He did not expect a response, much less a meaningful one.  Not that he wanted a meanginful response.  He merely needed time to think, to weigh the costs and benefits, to consider the odds, much like when he played poker.  Except he did not feel like he was playing against Mr. Adam, just against himself.  His body was eager for her, but his brain still had to process the situation.<br/><br/><strong>"Tell me, Mr. Adam, there must be some advantage for the client buying a slave through a department store rather than through, say, a freelance broker or smuggler.  What advantages are there, and do you have some kind of... return policy?"</strong><br/><br/><em>That should keep him talking a bit.</em>Dr. Okanjo saw no flaws in the slave.  All of her features seemed natural, although if any were enhanced they were done by an expert, which would somewhat justify the higher price.  And she seemed to be easily aroused by just a little attention, exhibitionism and humiliation, so much that he wondered if she had been given any Venus, and if she<em>was not</em>on Venus, how she would react if she was given some.  He wondered how she would react to pain, and how much he could use her body.  There were other aspects he had not considered - the sound of her voice, her personality, other talents she may have - but he knew enough about her for what he wanted to do with her and to her.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll take her."</strong>He pulled out his American Express Millenium Card, the newest "black card" intended for the most affluent and wealthy cardholders.<strong>"Would you please confirm the range on her collar to the Monaco City limits and nearby beaches, and her access to fully restricted.  I plan on taking a tour of the city, and I do not want anyone else touching her."</strong><br/><br/>Dr. Okanjo had his own leather leash to attach to the collar, the slave choker, already around the neck of his new purchase.  The wheels in his head were already turning about how they would spend the rest of the day.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(edit - removed mention of the Health Advisory board, edited details about collar settings, added Mizuki Adam to "With:")