*wry grin* Yep... when I'm dead. It's like some men and breasts, or some girls and cute blond guys... with me, it's slaves. I see them, I can't really help it... every person I look at, before I'm even aware of it I look them over, appraising, seeing if there's a slave hiding behind the mask of a free person. It's amazing how many times there is... and it's surprising, some of the people who do NOT have a slave within them. That's what I look for first, before anything else, right now... I look to see if the person in front of me is secretly wondering how it would feel to drop to his or her knees... if maybe, just maybe, I could break them, shape them... turn them into something worth having, even if I'm not the one who keeps them in the end. It's the creation process that interests me the most, with roughly 80% of them... the change, the teaching, that's what I enjoy.

Then that other 20 percent... *shiverpurr*

Ok, now I'm missing Kadin... and actually wondering what War is up to. Two of them? I am a glutton for punishment. *waits to be bitched at by various people for this*

By the way... if you've not seen my Profile and Weblog at MS, ya might want to take a look... no, it's not for the faint of heart... but yes, it does explain a LOT.