You're just walking in like ... like Marullo. Scarpia doesn't 'just walk' anywhere, he swaggers. Well, not exactly swaggers, he ... Look, try it like ...his: Walk in, but as you do think swagger. You need to own that stage the moment you appear, draw every eye to you just by your manner."I got her point. I was used to coming on as a comprimario, a second banana. But Scarpia wasn't a comprimario, he was a star—both in the opera itself and in his fictitious life. I nodded to her, went back out, and. She then told me to go back to the dressing room and put the dress I had brought with me, a nice long purple dress and also black shoes with as high a heal as I could manage.She looked me up and down and showed me in to the lounge where there were three other girls already made over.One was a very mature tgirl, another sat reading a magazine and smoking nd the 3rd was more my age and clearly getting her knickers in a twist over something I suspect from what she said that she thought it was. I decided to take a nap since I was still tired from the weekend activities.I lay down, and no sooner did my head hit the pillow than there was a knock at the door. I didn't have to respond, as Tom just opened the door and walked into the room, knowing I was there alone."Hey Cap," he said."Damn, Tom, I was just going to take a nap! But, as always good to see you," I said with a big smile."Can we talk for a minute, Bob?" Sure, Tom," I responded. "What's up?" Did you talk to Jon, yesterday?". Rose collapses on top of him, kisses him and says master you are so great! Rose gets up, holds her hand out to Steve, takes him into the shower, washes him, then dries him.Lays out some clothes for him, then she gets into a robe. Goes into the kitchen starts to cook dinner. She is thinking to herself how great her life is, a great job, a great lover in Steve, she just loves being his slave, she would of never thought that being a slave could be so great. A few days later Steve calls.