“I’m sorry, my dear, you’ll have to remind me…what did you say your name was, again?”

Champagne sparkled in two crystal flutes, winking and fizzing in the soft candlelight of the most expensive restaurant in town. The woman giggled, slightly tipsy.

“Lily.”

“Ah, yes, Lily…my beautiful flower…”

He gently lifted her hand from the silk tablecloth, bringing it to his lips and lavishing several soft kisses on her smooth skin; she blushed, her face the same shade as the rose he had brought her. He wasn’t sure why, himself, but these floral-named women were his favorites, and, conveniently, the easiest to pluck—the rotting bouquet beneath his house proved as much.

She pulled her hand away slowly, taking another sip of her drink; his glass remained untouched.

“You know, it’s so funny…I was sorta afraid of coming tonight. Everyone’s always talking about the psychos you meet online, but you’re way nicer than the men I usually find…"

“Now, don’t be too quick to judge,” he advised, leaning in close, a secret whisper. “Who knows what sort of horrible things I might do to you once we’re all alone…” His finger traced a light trail down her bare arm, causing her to shudder.

“I think I can handle it,” she replied, sexy smile gracing her lips. He certainly hoped she was right; he was so tired of being disappointed…

Before returning to their normal positions, she placed a quick kiss on his cheek and uttered into his ear:

“Tonight, I’m all yours…Master.”

Mind, body, and soul…