Whoare you? What are you doing wearing her uniform, young lady?" He was outof the car now. There was no question of me running in these heels - allI c...uld do was turn round and press my face against the side of thewall, hoping to God he'd leave me alone. Of course he did nothing of thekind. Strong hands gripped my satin-soft shoulders and turned me around.It was the owner of the caf? in which Emma had first shown me Louisewaiting at the tables. "Well? Who are you? That uniform belongs to. ” I went and got a bag and returned with it. I first extracted a pink training collar and held it in front of her eyes. Her face lit up like a theater marquis. She held up her hair while I fastened on the collar. “Oh, Daddy, I love my new collar,” she beamed. I then went back to the bag and produced 4 pink leather cuffs. “Oh my god, Daddy!” she exclaimed. “Put those on, Sweetie.” She found this task a little more challenging because of the training collar. It was about 4 inches tall in the. Unable figure it out on his own he gave a nod of consent to hear the story. Hoping the man would divulge the secret he held over him. Calming down the bartender slammed his now empty glass down and grabbed another cigarette. The words began to carefully form in his mind. It shouldn’t be this hard for him. In his line of work he weaves stories for a living. But to get the desired effect he was looking for he had to tell this one perfectly. A single word out of place or to long of a pause could. Heh, blowhard...), so please feel free to offer suggestions. With that said, I have held a deep, erm, interest (yeah, let's go with that) in Succubi, specifically the "Soul Drain" elements. This might mean the death of character/s, but what's the taste of cake without having once eaten stale bread, no?Alfred walks down the cobbled streets of Aidonsburh with a look of melancholy and excitement upon his handsome face. He'd said his goodbyes to his family and friends as they bid him a bittersweet.