(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RicardoAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ricardo Reyes</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Black Jack tables<br/><strong>With:</strong>Kamala, Nereza<br/><hr/><br/>Kamalas desire to stay close did not surprise him, however she did have the right to gamble with her masters permission. Ricardo was always still surprised at how much pride she had even with her circumstances. What did a few guards keeping their eye on her or males make distasteful remarks really amount to? After all she was still the slave to a grease monkey, his vast knowledge of cars, his business savvy, his cruelty when dealing with his own sex were all above par. The socialites didn't care and they still saw him as beneath them, surely Kamala could not hope to hold pride in such circumstances, but she did and it was part of his adoration and why even now she had will.<br/><br/>More than a few girls had been reduced to his mere monkeys. They seemed born and bred for sex and simple tasks, Ric was a man who needed brains in his girls and used those without them for the most menial tasks while others rewarded them for such things. He considered his most unreliable slaves working the rudimentary tasks, bodies covered in car oils exhausted from the long hours, giving up their ass, mouth and cunt and still begging for more at the end of the night because of the large sums of Venus Kamala willingly worked into them to avoid the horrid state herself... Grease monkeys indeed. He thought. Ric would gladly wear the title as he slowly worked to surpass his competitors.<br/><br/>A private smile fell to his lips as he went to the closest table, his thoughts elsewhere. “$500 minimum, $5000 maximum sir.” he was not out to bet the farm this afternoon, he summoned one of the girls and he asked her to bring him a pillow, “I don’t like scuff marks on my pets.” He didn't say it for the top hates benefit but for the men who eyed him as if the kindness was absurd. If Kamala was going to stay in his direct company she could not very well be standing over him, but he had promised her a nice time no reason to let her be uncomfortable.<br/><br/>The female hopped to it and, Ric allowed the dealer to begin doing his job. Ric placed his chips down, and in exchange he was given his cards.<br/><br/>The sound of clopping feet in the background as he was dealt his first hand caught the Spaniards attention. Eyes quickly glance back one hand playing on his cards keeping them from the view of any but himself and his pet, a precarious hard 17 momentarily forgotten.<br/><br/>He looked over and, brought her attention to it, “Can always be worse wouldn't you say pet?” His eyes moved up and down her making the considerations, he would never do it of course her crime against him would have to be obscene but reminding her how good she had it rose profits and those nipple piercings would be dead sexy  on Kamalas overly large breasts... Yes always good to have something to hold over her. Especially if it brought him some joy.<br/><br/>“Hit me.” He was surprised to see a two turn over, “Stand.” When Miss Fabrizio walked in, his eyes could not help but follow the notorious free woman. One of the only people he knew of that were more cruel to their slaves. Of course he imagined she would have made a grand one herself... For a moment he considered the bit in her mouth but such thoughts were quickly forgotten as he heard the words.<br/><br/>"Winner, Mr. Reyes."<br/><br/>The car dealer nodded, "Excellent." He watched the chips move to his side of the table.<br/><br/>