Hollywood.

You make a split second decision, holding Cindy's waist as you move to the street. Wordlessly, you hold out a hand and gesture rather magnanimously. Out of nothingness you pull a door out of the ground.

"After you, my slut" You say, gently pushing leading Cindy to the door. Opening it with a push, the sudden lights and sounds of the Tinseltown itself fill the once still air.

"You shall be master to the American bourgeois" You say as you sweep your hand over the landscape. You are both on one of the many many hills in hollywood, standing on the deck of a pool that sits in the backyard of a mansion.

It is early in the morning, having transported yourself through time to catch the Californian sunrise in its magnificence. The air is warm and a quiet breeze makes your ****'s and your hair sway. With your arm still wrapped around Cindy's waist, and if not for the sexual nature of her servitude, this could have been a very romantic sight.

"Who first master?" Cindy asks, looking out over the landscape as if her eyes could find someone worthy of your spunk.

You had already picked out your first convert, and with gentle pressure, you spin Cindy around to reveal __ tied to a beach chair.