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 Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 4:45 pm
"Ah... Its amazing everyones unfamiliar with the name by now. Lord Vince Valentine. Right now he's the leading slave owner of the island..." He searched the stock and found some cranberry juice, then poured it into a pitcher. He seemed to be content even though he was a bit akward. Placing a glass with ice on the table she was at as well as the pitcher he smiled softly. Harle seemed the quiet and kind type... PErhaps the opposite of his current master.
"He's a very powerful man, as I gather. Though he doesn't like to go out that much.. Perhaps if you're into getting good slaves he'd be your rival..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 7:16 pm
"Hmph," she poured the red liquid into the glass, but paused as she adjusted herself to be seated towards the table as she rested her elbows upon it. "Obtaining slaves is not an area I wish to have a rival, nor would there be any need." She took the glass and leaned back, her shoulders slouching down as one long leg crossed over the other. "A rival is a source of inspiration that drives a person to succeed in a manner than previousily possible."
She took a slow sip, the unusual taste of the juice making her purse her lips before speaking again. "No, slaves are pets to me, something I aquire not just for my entertainment but for me to enrich as well," she commented. "There can be no rivalary in that lest one be as shallow as a puddle for seeing such a thing as a competetion is absurd...." She took another drink before reconsidering. "Forgive me. I should not speak ill of your Master."
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 9:15 pm
"Ah... but you aren't... Because thats not who he is. Thats not what he stands for... So perhaps you're tlaking about someone else?" He laughed softly. "At first glance he may seem like an emotionless mizer... But really, he's a good person behind those cold eyes. I can tell..." With a soft sigh he leaned against the bar and looked over at her table. His master-- his current master that is, had alot of problems in his life. Harle could tell that what Vince bought with money wasn't what he wanted... Harle could tell... That even though Vince could aspire to the sin, Lust itself- he really wanted to be an angel.
"But... those sorts of things are troublesome."
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 9:07 am
"..." The mistress' eyes looked directly at her momentary companion, one eye brow cocked higher than the other at his given insight. "I cannot say that I have a whole opinion on him as of yet for I have not met him. I only give my view on the situation if it were to come about. Though, I should really watch my tounge, especailly if I am going to be in his establishment, neh?"
She chuckled in good humor, but turmoil turned within her. Many people she had come across, even those that had played crucial roles in her life, had the best intentions with their actions. How they yearned to be someone else, to be better than they actually were. Even her own mother... How she swore what she did was out of love as she dragged that jagged piece of glass through the raw flesh of her own child's back; She cried as she showed that child what a man was really like with an old pair of scissors and then held her weeping child as if to try and soothe the internal injuries that she, herself, had inflicted upon the child. Memories flickered behind her amber eyes, but soon calmed as Yreva let out a slow sigh.
"You, though," she began. "I have been impressed by your company thus far. You are refreshing thus far and I have been in dire need of such conversation for quite some while now."
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