-Chang, with Charlotte, in his Suite-<br/><br/>The short amount of time that Chang had left Charlotte with Roxanne seemed to have been enough for him to accomplish a few small acts. His jacket now hung on a dress mannequin, and he moved freely about his suite in just the loose silk pants. The rich hues of red and gold, highlighted with emerald green and white, seemed to shimmer and flow with his simple movements.  he was a stark contrast to the deep hues of the room. It was a room that seemed to fit him. Stained hardwoods, full of life and of warmth, covered the walls and the floor. The lighting was dim, but not cold, instead seeming to carry a steady pulse. His bed, the almost excessively large, dominated the room, standing alone in the center and bathed in natural light from above. On either side of the headboard sat two nightstands, one had a shallow basin of what appeared to be water and several hand towels sitting beside it.<br/><br/>"Come in my youngest dove, do not worry, I am not going to continue the painful lesson you have recently received," Chang's voice, while quiet, carried across the room. " I will attend to you myself, see that you are taken care of as Roxanne has a prior engagement that we have already made her late for. "<br/><br/>Chang moved to take a seat on the side of the side of the bed, , one leg cocked atop the mattress, the other remaining on the floor. He looked to Charlotte with full eyes, warmth and faith in the young woman evident as he watched her.<br/><br/>"Come here Charlotte, lay across my legs, leave your knees on the floor. I will see to your hurt, and I promise you it will not remain." He did not pat the bed, nor his lap, instead using his voice to draw Charlotte near. it was not a request, no matter how soft the sounds, he expected her obedience and had faith in her lust to bring her to his embrace.