(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/RaynAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Rayn Assad</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sitting in the Maya Bay Bar & Cafe, on the Monaco sea front.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rosalie Assad & Adrian Dumont; various waiters, slaves and patrons.<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh now I don't know about that pet, Although I think we might pick something up for a little bit of fun at the Emperium whilst we shop for Mr Dumont." He responded as Rosalie brushed the sweat from his brow. The heat in midday Monaco was becoming unbearable. "Sit." He said to Rosalie, watching her crouch back to her previous position. Rayn saw Adrian approaching from down the street and stood up as Adrian reached his table. He gave him a firm handshake, noting the pride and strength in his arm. He also noticed the way his eyes flicked over Rosalie, and couldn't help but smile. "This is my pet, Rosalie"<br/><br/>Returning to his seat he sat forwards, his elbows on the table, ordering another cool beer from the waitress as she came over. He had never got used to the French love of wine. He nodded interestedly as Adrian spoke. "Yes, yes; It's not uncommon for men of our age to have not yet taken the dive to purchase one." He smiled to him. "I'm sure like me you can remember times when we had to woo women, rather than purchase them. I think I envy and pity today's youth in equal measure." He laughed, musing for a moment on his past life.<br/><br/>"Well then, as an accountant there's no need for the lengthy explanation of the costs involved. This is how it works." Rayn spoke with his hands alot, moving them constantly to accent his point, leading with an assertive tone in his voice. "You give me a budget, including my fee's for what you hope to purchase. Along with this I will need a note of the features you find most important in your new slave." He clicked his fingers below the table, signing for Rosalie to pass him the tablet computer he kept in the satchel at the foot of the chair, ready to take notes. "In a few days you will be delivered a slave girl perfectly fitting to your requirements." He took another sip of his beer and lent forward. "My minimum budget is 15,000 Euro's, as for the maximum, the sky's the limit my friend. I take a 20% cut off the top of the final sales price, however, with the reductions I get as an inside trader you'll find it a negligible amount. No mess, no fuss, and soon you'll have exactly the girl you are looking for, my guarantee."<br/><br/>He spoke in a more hushed tone. "I cater for... All kinds Mr Dumont... Anything is possible to find in this city. I am very discrete in my service, so what is it that your heart desires? I can have contacts in both regular, and very specialist suppliers."