Akiko, the traditional obedient Japanese wife

In the corner of the room, timidly sitting by herself, sits a Japanese beauty. She silently sits there with her hands neatly folded in her lap as if waiting for a man to approach her. She's stark naked like everyone else, with long flowing locks of pitch black hair cascading down her back in a pony tail. Her pale face is a bit rounded, accentuated with dark brown eyes. Damn, she's cute. Looking down further to check out the rest of the goods, she sports a pair of breasts typical of a traditional Japanese woman. They're not all that big but seem to compliment her little figure nicely.

You didn't seem to notice your feet were ever moving closer to her As you approach, she looks up to you and says "Hello Master. You humble me with your presence. What can this one do for you?"

"I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all by yourself. Like you've been forgotten. Are you okay?" You ask and tilt your head inquisitively. "Thank you for noticing me, Master. Please do not concern yourself with me. Feel free to go back and enjoy yourself. I am fine here." She says, averting her gaze away from yours as a jesture of supplication, respect, and subservience.

You decide right then and there you want to fuck this woman. Not only do you still have your boner from talking to Bianca earlier but the classical Japanese servant-wife was a serious fantasy of yours. That and Asians are cute as hell.

But first you decide you want to know her name. "So what's your name?" She averts her eyes deeply, "Master.. I .. You may call me anything you wish. I am not worthy of my name." You look a bit frustrated but understand that's how she was raised and why she fits so well in the Whittman society. "Ok, my name is John. Now tell me your name."

"Master, I am not worthy of calling your name. I am Akiko." She timidly replies. "Well Akiko I'd like to make love to you. Are you available today?" Akiko nods, "Of course. Thank you for allowing me to serve you, my Lord."