I search for her, my ginger temptress with the pale skin, and find her amongst a group of young men.
She watches me approach, apprehension in her eyes, and ceases her flirting. I step close and run my hand through her hair, a gentle caress for all to see, and I whisper.
“Time to go.”
Her head shakes no, a small act of defiance, and her lower lip trembles as she awaits my response. Without a word I clip the leather leash to her collar, the click of the hasp audible, and her smile returns.
“Yes, Master.”
