"Harry," she said, "you're being rude." I'm being rude? Let me explain something. This guy just walked up and asked my wife to dance with out asking m... permission. That's not only being rude, it's being extremely disrespectful. If he had come to me and asked if I mind that he ask you, I would have probably said okay, but now ... not a chance in hell." Harry," she said with a edge to her voice, "we're married but you don't own me. I'm not you slave and if I want to dance with him, I will." Now. After reading it, he announced that the auction was concluded and stepped away from the podium. Michael seemed quite displeased and walked away without a word, leaving her alone in the stocks. The room slowly cleared as the Masters and Mistresses apparently left to enjoy the subs they had bid on. Finally, she was the only person in the room until workers came in and began removing all the equipment and setting up tables and chairs. Angela stood there watching as they completed the new setup. “I just came to get the recording.” I said, my voice almost cracking. I was afraid, maybe not of him directly, but of him manipulating me again. He fed on my discomfort, and seemed to get more confident. He took a step forward and said “That’s not why you came here.” I took a step back, eyes wide. I was now backed up against the back of the couch. “Looks like you spilt a little beer” he said, smiling and motioning at the obvious bulge in my pants and the hardly noticeable damp spot. “Oh, I uh…”. He uttered a derisive snort as he dropped the parchment to the desk."Nothing has survived Z'haas' infernal purges," Roquan said, his steel blue-gray eyes fixed coolly on the other Overlord. His arms were folded across his chest. "Any leverage that the Overlords have had in the Imperium is gone." Hrm. That would seem impossible on the face of it," mused Overlord Doran D'jorus as he rubbed at his face. "One would think that he could not possibly be so thorough." Do not deceive yourself, Doran..