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Which one’a you are gonna be the first to throw a bet down on the table with me? I want to have some favors in my pocket at the end’a the day so don’t be shy.

After finishing a new prototype, Rowena found herself in need of someone to test it on. The slaves in the basement were her first thought, for obvious reasons, and though the Masters usually didn’t deign to take the elevator down into the basement, she wanted to, in order to pick out her specimen in person. She also wanted to fully test the powder that she’d magically created in the perfect environment, and there was a lot of pressure for a slave to act tough in front of their peers. So she made her way down and looked out as the doors opened. Choosing quickly, she picked one that was already busy and walked gracefully to him. Without warning, she held out her hand when she got close enough and blew the dust in his face. It wouldn’t hurt, in fact it wouldn’t be felt at all as it was absorbed into the skin. Almost immediately, the temporary affects of her love spell would take hold and the slave in front of her would become completely enamored and fall head over heels in love with her. When realization dawned on the slave’s face, she reached forward to caress their cheek. “Tell me how you feel, servant.”

I was attacked by a wolf and a few months later, the wolf came back and now I’m here. Does anyone maybe... know anything about that? Or the full moon blackout thing? Or the uh... sexual pleasure week thing? A guard explained that I’m here to serve, but I’m confused. 

I am pleased to see the announcement of the Ascot, it is one of the yearly activities I enjoy the most. Of course I’ll need to summon something from my closet to wear, as Father so plainly put it, my casual best simply won’t do. Though, that could be an incredibly fun task to watch one of you slaves perform...Yes, I think I’ll do that. I can promise it will be quite the experience. Anyone wishing to come enjoy the show is more than welcome to do so. 

As a reminder, when it comes to the Dalton Ascot I have a few tips to make the most of this event. Masters, you already know that you will want to wear your best on every single one of these following five days. I suggest you wear something new that nobody has seen yet. You can also bet on who might win which event. This can be with favors, be creative. Slaves, you will want to win these events, because you will be rewarded for participation. I suggest you win favor of at least one Master that may wish to bet on you. If you can satisfy them through the events, you might be rewarded by them as well. I’ll see you all there.

It is bloody brilliant up here on the floor with all of the Master suites, it’s a shame so many of you slaves down there wouldn’t know yet. I really enjoy it up here, it’s posh. I’m curious, what do the lot of you have to tempt me with, hmm? Plead your case, and don’t forget to title me appropriately; to you, I am Sir and you are a slave, never forget it. I won’t.

Well, the dash certainly looks like one heck of a meat grinder this morning. No need for all of that ruckus. Fight Club is next week, I thought. Anyway, after much adieu I figured I’d come on out, take a look around, maybe shake a couple of trees and see what falls out. Does anyone have any interesting plans for the day? What are y’all up to? A girl could go stir-crazy, just sitting around like this. 

It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for- the big reveal, the big introduction! It’s me, your boy and favorite faerie, here to brighten your day and spice this place up! So, what’s the sitch? The word? The 411? As you can probably tell, I’m bored as hell. Any slaves looking to escape that cesspool of a basement, let a guy know! I’m sure I can find something for you to do.