(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Monte Carlo in her master's car and in the restaurant<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Phillipe Creaux, Ryuuji, Mizuki<br/><strong>Collar Setting:</strong>2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ietje sat quietly, elegantly as the conversation continued.  She sipped her water and projected the air of a perfect lady.  When Phillipe stood she rose gracefully and with a pleased nod took his hand.  She wondered if he was working some angle on her but regardless she would use the opportunity to live with dignity as much as she was allowed.   She walked along with him, the simple pleasure of holding his hand not unwelcome although there was a careful wariness toward him in her attitude..<br/><br/>Her eyebrows raised for just an instant as he held the door open for her.  She was too well trained both by him and her mother to show overt surprise; a lady, a woman never let's her guard down like that except around her closest lover.  She smiled thankfully to him, the smile reaching her eyes but more in simple thankfulness than any deeper gratitude.  Slipping into the seat she sat, looking at him attentively for whatever punishment he planned on enforcing.  At his words she paused and examined his face, his posture carefully.  What did he mean, what game was he playing?  Ietje chose her words carefully.  "I...  honestly?  You are my master and I am your slave.  That is all there is too it.  I... would prefer more affection, more honest respect between us if that is what you mean.  As to love?  I don't think I've been in love with anyone that way, ever.  Could it develop master, yes, I think so.  Would it develop between us?  I don't know master, I don't know."  She almost cringed as she finished, wondering how he would react.  Still, she was too proud to lie or dissemble when asked a direct question.