<div align="center"><strong>Xias Donovan - In his chambers - Getting ready for work and heading towards the Playground Area</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/xceilingcatx/SPAvatar-1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The time was now around 5 o'clock in the evening - time to get ready for work.  Donovan, as he prefers to be called, had a feeling that tonight would be full of many interesting newcomers to the Pleasure Dome.  Tom has surely "greeted" every one of them already.  He imagined a long stream of people out in the desert trickling into the Dome: all of them flying, walking, and being brought in by machine or animal.  Somehow Master Chang found ways to create more room; else the place would be packed wall-to-wall by now.<br/><br/>The room he occupied was small; but had all the necessities that he needed.  The only downside was that it often grew cold once the sun went down.  Fortunately the common area for the employees had a large fireplace, which he often sat by at night after a long work shift.  Donovan sighed as he thought about relaxing again later tonight.  For now though, he still had a several hour long shift ahead of him.  He rose from his bed, combed back his hair with his hand, and then stretched before heading over to his closet to get his outfit.<br/><br/>Though quite old and slightly rotted, the closet door glided open without so much as a fuss.  Inside was maybe only two or three outfits, however, whenever he worked he had only one outfit (http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/xceilingcatx/steampunk-1.jpg) he would wear.  It was very plain and simple, but that's what made it so sophisticated and fitted for his type of work.  To complete the outfit he also chose to wore tight, black leather gloves and a mask (http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo321/xceilingcatx/spmask-1.jpg) to maintain his anonymity.  The final touch Donovan added was a delicate cologne that brought out his own pheromones.<br/><br/>Now ready, he opened the door to his chamber, glided through the employee common area and headed towards the "Playground Area".  When Donovan walked, he appeared very confident and gentlemanly.  His left hand grasped to the left flap of his jacket and his posture was straight.  On the other hand, some perceive him an ominous being as his forehead tilted slightly forward, as if he was up to no good and generally unpleasant.  Frankly, the mask, the black suit and gloves did not help him.  If no knew better, they would possibly assume that he was not human.  Either that or enslaved.  The only amount of skin that anyone could ever see of his was if his shirt sleeve shifted above his gloves; or if he happened to turn his head so much that a bit of his neck was exposed between the mask and shirt collar.  What about when he wasn't working?  Well, even then, he often wore the mask to hide his identity.  There have only been a handful of times that he went out without it.  When he did though, no one knew that he was one of the bartenders and treated him as if he were new to the Pleasure Dome.</span>