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A large three-floor apartment, two above ground and a basement, with back alley access for behind the scenes delivery of the proprietor's...merchandise. Cross owns and operates the club that runs out of the basement, and his underworld (crime and such, not demons and such) dealings over the years have lead him to near limitless fortune, which he uses to buy himself a plaything every once in a while. Its a seedy place where those who tend to hang to the shadows like to come, complete with bar and loud thumping music constantly coming out of the basement. Cross uses the second floor for all his personal stuff, bed, bath, slaves' rooms etc. and the first to live out of, kitchen, living room, etc. The doors stay locked during the day, and only open at night for his clients and the business in the basement.
Naturally he has all the fittings to keep a girl or two more than happy, although he himself is more than capable of doing that on his own.
((Pics when I feel like it))

BAM! The alley entrance down to the basement was flung open and some boozer was tossed out, Cross coming out behind the guy. "Get out of here if you can't hold your alcohol. The girls don't need you pestering them and I don't need your barf all over my floor." He was kicking the man, but with the top of his foot as the poor sap crawled away in a hurry. Standing there with his hands in his pockets, Cross heaved out a large breath kind of wishing he smoked at a time like this and looked over to see the girl. "Hey!" Calling to her "Cutie, if you're heading inside you should come in over here. All the other doors are locked. Or were you looking for me?" He was expecting one today, and judging from the looks of her, this girl just might be the one. "Don't they usually deliver...? Handling is going downhill...." Now he seemed to be talking to himself, complaining about something.

Ristuka was pushed out of the back seat of a black van. She stood tall with a glare on her face. Her long black and blue hair fell down to her waist as she shook it back. Around her ankles and wrist were hefty looking cuffs. Without warning two burly men appeared behind her. One man grabbing her by her arms while the other removed the chains around her ankles. As soon as the click was heard by Ristuka she kicked the first burly man in the face and threw the first one over her shoulders. All in one beautiful, quick, fluid motion. "Heh. Idiots." Her voice was musical and enchanting yet horrific and scary. Ristuka walked up the stairs her crystal clear blue eyes moving over everything.

Ristuka smirked and with one swift spartan-like kick the door fell inwards with a loud slam. Using the door like a bridge over a dam she walked right in. Her eyes wandered around looking for something to break the chains. As she stood at 6"2' it was easy for her to scan the place.

She blushes, squeaking when his hand goes to her rear. She looked back to Ritsuka, shrinking a bit in her presence. she could never be that ostentatious. It wasn't in her nature- or her training as a slave.

He kept his eyes closed when her hair hit him in the face, but hardly blinked after that. "Right, well, now I know who to treat nice and who to be rough with." Hooking a finger in the belt loop above Ritsuka's a** he picked it up, which shouldn't bother her too much seeing as how she was probably the kind of girl who was used to having something up her a** one way or the other, but nonetheless gave her that uncomfortable wedgie feeling, which was the desired effect as he pulled her away from things and towards the stairs. "Upstairs I said...there's beer." Some quick thinking led him to think an incentive might help things along more smoothly.

"--?" Cross had stopped moving, rather, Ritsuka had stopped letting him drag her off and he knew that she had stopped allowing him to do as he pleased. "Jillian, be a good girl and go upstairs. I'll only be a minute." He let her go and gave her a little push along the way, before turning around to face Ritsuka's back.
"All I've seen of you so far is that long long hair." He said folding his arms across his chest. "Isn't there more to you than your back? Though I don't mind only ever seeing your behind..." It was a taunt, plain and simple, but there was no denying in his tone and the way he chose his words that he was making clear she was his slave now. "Its not right to be so cheeky to your master, even if we only just met. Let's start off on the right foot, huh? After all, I don't like beating up girls..."

Jillian stood at the top of the stairs, watching. "If you're so powerful.. why don't you leave?" She asked, biting her lip. "Run away" She looked back to Cross, watching if she had over stepped her bounds