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"Do not say anything." Sofia cut off Beckett before he could even comment. She felt ridiculous in the outfit but ever since starting themed nights at the bar, tips had been coming in faster and faster which meant she'd keep it up until it stopped working. The current theme was Bond which meant a lot of guys trying to be suave and a lot of women walking around with immature innuendos for names.

It wasn't the easiest relationship Ezra had ever had with a submissive. Raelyn was young and still living at home, with a mother she was loathe to disappoint, and while the older male would have preferred to get the woman into a more... stable and independent situation, he'd resigned himself to a different role. So he didn't comment. Offered no advice and generally kept himself out of matters concerning that particular relationship. Instead he focused on giving her room to breathe - on being her safe space. And for now, it worked, even if it meant he had to compromise in a way he wasn't used to as a Dom.

Thus far their interactions had been limited more or less to an afternoon about once a week. So Ezra was highly cognisant of the significance of this weekend when he opened the door to her. "Hi sweetheart." A gentle smile graced his features and he immediately moved to push the door open for her. "Need any help with your bags?"

"I don't know what other proof you need, Marcus. The stars are saying it's not the right time and, considering what you're telling me, you know that's true." It was crystal clear to Freya. The reason his relationship ended, or situationship or whatever he was calling it these days, was bound to happen considering how incompatible they were on their signs.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me -" Xavier hissed, fuming at how this match was going, his teammates must have just picked up a fucking controller for the first time. This was not going to help him get ready for the tournament if he had to carry everyone's asses and no one knew what they were doing. On top of that, Karri chose now to walk in, forgetting that he'd invited her over earlier before his temper got the better of him. After the loss, Xav stood up, throwing his controller onto his desk as he stalked over to Karri. ""You've got to be fucking kidding me -" Xavier hissed, fuming at how this match was going, his teammates must have just picked up a fucking controller for the first time. This was not going to help him get ready for the tournament if he had to carry everyone's asses and no one knew what they were doing.

Their version of society at this point was very far from what either of them had known prior to the outbreak. But it worked, kept things running smoothly, kept everyone in line. Except for the occasional slip, of course - like the mistake her father and brother had made. A costly mistake by all accounts, but not one they'd be paying for themselves. Usually people were killed or ostracized for that kind of thing, but them? No. They'd offered her instead. Trading her for their own safety and comfort like she was barely more than a cow. And she was such a pretty little thing, the idea had amused him enough to grant a rare bit of mercy.

So the next morning, she was yanked out of her bed and dragged before him by her hair. Thrown at his feet, a boot at her back sent her face first into the floor beneath her. It caused a roar of laughter form the small group of men surrounding her, but Luke only smirked at the display, eyeing his new plaything while the laughter quieted. Once sound had subsided, he stepped forward, tucking the tip of his boot under her chin to force her face upwards, her eyes to meet the chilled mirth in his gaze. "Welcome to your new life, slave."