"I know, my Loves. It's the same way for me. But maybe it's just because I'm well now, or something. I swear I have never felt this good in my life. H...w could that ... chamber heal me, and how could it do it so quickly? Who the hell are these people? I feel like I'm walking around in a dream. A little while ago I could barely hobble, and I absolutely knew none of us would be alive come morning. Now I'm healed and standing in this... this suite that I could never afford in a million years. Look. „Was soll ich mit dir machen Sklavin?“ fragte er sie. „Du nimmst noch nicht einmal eine angemessene Haltung ein!“ Manuela kniete sich hin, mit leicht gespreizten Beinen, die Hände auf den Oberschenkeln. „Herr, es tut mir leid! Ich wusste überhaupt nicht, was von mir erwartet wurde! „Das ist nicht so schwer. Von dir wird einfach nur erwartet, dass du dich genau wie die Schlampe benimmst, die du bist, das ist ja wohl klar! Du bist wirklich geiles Fickfleisch. Zwei ordentliche Euter, ne klasse. If needed, the ONR would even make sure clients were not followed to or from their building. Many a paparazzi woke up confused in a random hotel bed with a splitting headache when this option was requested.As to what the clients could get, anything short of maiming or murder. Specific type of sex? Done. Specific type of partner? Done. Illicit materials? Done. A quiet room with champagne for the client and their lover? Done. Be used by the ONR for other clients? Done. Same partner each time?. There was always something odd about this place, she remembered it freaking her out when she was younger and it still had a bit of a hold over her now.Ancient burial sites, unexplained deaths, missing people; this place had it all. But that was mostly just kids’ stories, trying to scare each other and coming up with any old crap. She was old enough now to know better. Not that it made it any easier as she slowly climbed the small stone steps into the building."Hi!" she began with a friendly.