M'asservir -x- I'll be your s.l.a.v.e. (Locket)

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Saerin, taking the hint, pushed open his door and got out into the brisk air. He walked around and opened her door for her, offering her his hand to help her out.

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She took his hand and slipped out of the car on graceful feet. At least he caught on quickly and did things without being told.

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Saerin was used to this life, used to people wanting him to do everything for them. Plus, he was smart. He released her hand as soon as she was out of the car and closed the door behind her.

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Nicolette strode forward, her heels clicking against the pavement as she led the way to her large house. It looked like the type of house that had too many rooms and not enough people to fill it.

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Saaerin followed her, his eyes roving back and forth with curiosity.

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The doors opened as they approached and Nicolette continued inside, "You will sleep in a room in the servants' quarters."

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"Of course," Saerin said as he trailed behind her.

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(Boom! Found it.)

Nicolette flicked her hand and a couple servants closed the doors once Saerin was inside, "You won't come to me unless I call for you."

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"Yes, mistress," He said, submissive as ever. Inside he was smiling.

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She turned to him, her blue eyes roving up and down his body, "Come. I'll show you where you'll be staying."

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Saerin dipped his head and followed her, his hands folded in front of him. She was certainly one of the most interesting clients he'd ever had. He was looking forward to this job.

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Her heels clicked against the floor, her hips swaying back and forth with every step, "How long have you worked at M'asservir?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(How many years has it been around?)

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(About 3-4 years)

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"Just over three years," Saerin said.

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Nicolette arched a slender eyebrow, "That's long. Have you enjoyed it thus far?"

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Saerin smiled faintly. "Would I still be there if I didn't?"

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"Well, sure," Nicolette shrugged, "You don't have to enjoy your work to do it."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Saerin just continued to smile. What she didn't know was that he didn't need work. He was an angel. Not a very good one, but an angel nonetheless. A being of immense magic, one who didn't need money. He could have anything he wanted... and strangely enough, this was it.

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Nicolette stopped and opened one of the doors, stepping inside, "You'll be staying in here." The room was moderately decorated. Nice without being showy.