(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/DavidAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">David Cornell</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office -> Emperium Entrance<br/><strong>With:</strong>Whoever is here?<br/><hr/><br/>Cunt, he had always hated the tern even after it came to be commonly used for the usage of slavery, so he kind of cringed when the man said the term in relation to his daughter. All he did was force a smile at the man. "No, that is all. I shall see you in two days." David walked out of the office to head into the city where he looked down at his phone and pressed a button on it. "Siri, where is the closest slave market?" The phone dinged as it processed his response. "The closest slave market according to reviews is the Emperium, would you like directions, Sir?" A computer voice responded, he smiled at the phone. "Yes, Siri." A little loading screen popped up before his directions were displayed.<br/><br/>"Here you go, Sir." The voice responded to the man once more and then responded to her by saying, "Thank you, Siri." David plugged in his headphones and began the walk over to the Emperium. This city was quite beautiful and he was reminded of the time when he had met Tillie's mother in Paris and what a beautiful city that was as well. All of the people out on the street seemed to have money or had come from money in some form, or they were slaves. At this point, slaves had become much like the homeless to his vision, it was much like they did not exist at all. Ones here were not so easily blocked from his stream of consciousness as the ones back home were usually more casual or more objectified.<br/><br/>Most of the ones here, though obviously objects were made to be better wearing the finest clothes money could buy, appearing to be nearly perfectly graceful and not having an ounce of makeup out of place. David understood why they were made to be this way but still it just felt wrong. Objectification was taken to new heights, for in the eyes of the law these women were objects, but for the rich they were far more than that, they were much like the sport and classy cars of old. Having a slave that was more graceful, more beautiful, more desirable than your peers showed that you had made it  and that you were in turn better than them. Bosses of companies likely strove to get better slaves than their employees and their competitors just as a sign of status. Taking away someone's freedom at the cost of status was not something that David felt that he could accept but with the powers at be in society, he had no choice but to at the very least tolerate it.