Brianna Becomes The Lady 5

Margitte went back to her dorm, not knowing how things would progress after her night with Ian Gruber. She awoke not remembering many details, but feeling she was growing attracted to the slave trader. She was very excited when she got a call that there was a white box with her name on it at the security desk at the dorm lobby.

“I wonder what it could be,” the beautiful blonde thought to herself as she flittered down to go get her surprise.

At the security station, the officer remarked “You must have made some impression, this looks like a fancy gift, Miss.”

“Thanks!” Margitte said as she took the box, surprisingly light, back to her dorm room.

Once inside, she put it on the desk and opened it. At the top of the tissue paper, she saw a card, which she immediately opened.

“Slut, after classes you will take this and pleasure yourself until you pass out. Make sure to use the special lubricant in the box. You will think about how much you want me, and how I am always right. In fact, you will repeat these two things as you use your new toy:

‘I want to belong to Ian Gruber’

‘Master is always right’

Enjoy the toy, slave.

Your Master

Ian Gruber”

Margitte felt a wave of emotions. Lust. Love. Submission. Obedience. Fear.

Willow Winchester’s training was not going to stop her from using the toys inside, but it did make her aware of her predicament. Which was intimidating and scary.

She opened the rest of the box, Inside was a large glass phallus and an unmarked tube with lubricant inside.

Rereading the card, she felt the need to obey, and attended classes, ate, then returned to her dorm. The idea to stop herself from following the instructions on the card never formed in her mind, so she stripped completely, got on the bed, and lubed the phallus and began playing with herself.

She found herself repeating the phrases from the card, sinking those phrases deep within her mind as the special lube included more of the mind melting, hypnosis inducing drug from the night prior.

“I want to belong to Ian Gruber”

“Master is always right”

On repeat.

As she thrust the phallus in and out.

Eventually, she passed out.

Day after day, night after night, the presents, tasks, drugs and phrases continued, making Margitte a helpless lovestruck schoolgirl ready to be used. Butt plugs, vibrators, double dildo rubber panties with battery operated toys, nipple clamps all combined with the drugged lubricant, pushed the blonde beyond the brink.

By week’s end, she was desperate. And well aware of the desperation.

* * *

“We have the files and the update, Doctor,” the security team agent said as he handed Simone Simonson another file.

“Thanks,” the psychiatrist and federal agent administrator replied. “Bullet point the highlights, Agent, if you would.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the burly agent replied. “This is the Best family file. Original. The girl that saved Ian Gruber at the club? Her prints match the girl in this file.”

“What percent certainty on that, Agent?” the Doctor asked,

“Ninety nine percent, Ma’am,” the man replied.

“Shit…” the doctor answered. “That girl is a bombshell, the girl in this file, Brianna, looks nothing like that..”

“What do you think we are dealing with, Doctor?” the agent and team leader asked.

“Some heavy duty shit, that’s for sure,” Simone Simonson replied. “I want surveillance on the girl. We have no contact with her mother, the agent. It is nearing the time limit where we pull the plug on her operation and pull her in or declare her missing. Let’s see where the girl takes us…”

“We will have a rotation of 2 agents on duty, distance surveilling, no way anyone will know we are watching, Doctor,” the team leader informed.

“That will be all, keep me updated on every new movement,” Simone Simonson replied. “Dismissed.”

The male agent left, ready to ensure the agents were following instructions.

Simone Simonson picked up a picture of Brianna Best, and one of Margitte Magnusson.

“What has happened to you…”

* * *

After six white boxes were delivered to Margitte, the seventh day saw a simple envelope delivered instead.

“Someone really likes you,” the guard said, causing Margitte to blush crimson.

The pretty college girl took the envelope and returned to her room and opened it.

“I hope you have liked your presents, slave. It is time for you to be owned. Show me how much you want me and how much you want to be owned by me tonight. You will be picked up two blocks south of your dorm at precisely 6pm, you will know it is the right car. Remember, you need to show me how desperate you are for me, and how desperate you are to be owned by me. Be creative in showing me…

Master Ian Gruber”

Margitte felt her heart skip a beat. Her self conditioning from the gifts, drugged lube and mantras had done their work. She knew it, but could not stop herself from victimizing herself.

The blonde bombshell looked at her watch. It was noon, and she needed to be creative to show Ian what he wanted to see.

“Fuck….” she said to herself, as she formulated an idea in her head. “No…..”

An embarrassed Margitte picked up her purse and left to do some shopping.

* * *

Margitte prepared herself for her own enslavement to become the lovestruck slave for a new Master, and she pondered just what Jodi the waitress looked like just as Ian finished inside her, and just after her fate was sealed with the pink and blue pills. That look of love, lust, pleasure and belonging all blended together.

“That’s me… tonight….” the blonde thought, having no way to prevent it, and no way of even trying.

She made her way to the rendezvous where the car was meeting her, wearing a long overcoat, carrying a large bag. She stood on the corner, waiting for her fate to be sealed, when a dark car with tinted windows pulled up to her, the front window rolled down.

“You’re the slut ready to meet her Master?” the driver asked.

Margitte nodded, and then climbed into the back seat, and shut the door. The driver had the security panel raised, so she was alone. She removed her coat, revealing she was naked, save for the thigh highs and 4 inch heels she wore.

The blonde took out her nipple clamps, and secured them onto her breasts, tightening them so they would not fall off before attaching a newly purchased silver chain to connect them. From there, she took the large anal plug out of her bag, greased it with the lube Ian Gruber sent her, and pushed it inside of herself, before doing the same with one of the vibrators she was gifted. Same procedure, same lube. She then used a black rubber thong to secure the items inside of her.

Next came a collar she purchased at the pet store, the largest collar width she could find that would fit her neck circumference. She remembered her embarrassment at the pet store, but it was fleeting as she needed to appear as desperate as possible. For Him.

She then fitted the name badge to the black collar with silver studs, a simple silver oval with ‘SLAVE’ engraved into it. Margitte remembered hoping the girl at the register didn’t read the name as the engraving machine did its work, or see her trying on the collar in the store aisle. None of that mattered now, she was on her way to her chemically induced destiny.

The car slowed, and the driver lowered the privacy window to tell Margitte they had arrived, and to wait quietly.

The blonde attached a silver leash to her collar, and let it dangle under her long coat, which she put back on as she waited. While she didn’t feel like a death row inmate as she sat nervously waiting, some part of her felt like she was dying. But she knew her destiny was being completed in a short time.

The driver opened the door, and Margitte found herself in the large underground garage of Ian Gruber’s home.

The driver said nothing as he opened the door, but as Margitte stepped out, she saw Ian standing there. Her heart jumped. Conflicting emotions set in.

The smiling slave trader looked like a predator greeting prey, and he smiled as the girl exited the car.

Margitte, once she stood before her future lover and owner, dropped her coat, and put her chin to her chest, her eyes fell to the feet of the man before her.

And there she was- in all her beautiful glory, wearing thigh high stockings and 4 inch heels, a rubber thong useful only for holding a vibrator and anal plug inside her. Silver nipple clamps, tethered together by a shiny string of silver chain. Black and silver collar adorning her thin neck, a silver chained leash attached.

Margitte took the handle of the leash and held it in the palm of her open upturned hand, presenting it to the man who had conquered her desires.

“Desperate suits you,” Ian Gruber said with a smile as he greeted his prey. “How desperate is my little slave and lover to be?”

“”Veeerrrrryyyy. Master….” Margitte said, as she finally stood before Ian Gruber after a long week. The slave trader smiled at the use of the term Master. A victorious, predatory smile.

“I trust you got more desperate as the week progressed?” Ian asked as he tugged on the leash.

“Yyyeeeessss…. Maasssterrr….” Margitte said honestly.

“Just like I told you, isn’t that right?” the man teased.

“Yyyesss….. Mmmmaassssstterrr…” Margitte replied.

“I told you, I am always in charge, slut,” Ian replied, tugging the leash leading Margitte right back where she was a week earlier, seated at the same table in his restaurant, the room again private and empty. “And I am always right.”

Margitte didn’t say a word as a different waitress than Jodi from the prior visit, approached. She was a very pretty Asian woman, a striking figure and perfect features.

“Ahh, Junko, lovely to see you again,” Ian said. “Are you used to your new name?”

“Yes, Master, it reminds me how I am to behave,” the former CEO of an Asian based perfume company answered. “I am Junko, I am obedient.”

“Excellent response to your programming, Junko,” the slaver said. “And what are your thoughts on my pretty little slut here?”

“Beautiful, Master,” Junko replied. “All women you select to own are.”

“Thank you slave,” Ian said. “Why don’t you get our drinks, club soda for me, and bring this slut a non alcoholic specialty. You know, the one that will make her very suggestible.”

“Right away, Master,” Junko answered as she went to get the drinks.

“You may start playing with yourself, slut,” Ian said as he watched the college girl obey. “And as you do you will focus on what I say to you.”

Ian laughed as he looked at the naked Margitte, collar around her neck, nipple clamps, chains and leash attached to her as she began by removing the rubber panty, tugging on the phallus inside of her as she sat across from him.

“So, slut, you certainly seem desperate,” Ian said. “It works for you. Fuck yourself faster. You won’t cum until I do…and that will only be when I am inside of you….”

Ian smiled as Margitte’s hands increased their speed, pistoning the vibrator in and out faster and faster, making telltale sounds of being very excited. But not excited enough to finish. She needed permission, of course.

“Junko here used to be the CEO of International Asian Fragrances,” Ian said. “I am getting into using fragrances as a means to begin the enslavement process, but Junko would not sell and refused to work with me.”

Ian looked at the desperate blonde Margitte, who was dutifully speeding up her edging.

“So I took the opportunity to capture her and repurpose her for my needs,” Ian said. “You may remember the multi million dollar deal we consummated. Though she was known then as Hina Sakura.”

The former CEO returned, and had the drinks her Master ordered.

“Thank you Junko,” Ian said. “Under the table, do your best work. Margitte, drink your drink and continue to pay attention to everything I say.”

“Yes, Master, I obey,” the former businesswoman said as she moved to her spot under the table and began to work on her Master.

“Yesssss, Mmmassterr….” the masturbating blonde answered.

The ex-perfumer unzipped her Master and began her slow, sensual work on the man who enslaved her as they ‘negotiated’ Ian’s purchase of her fragrance company.

“Junko used to be such a power player,” Ian said, as he looked at Margitte. “But I think she is much better off now. Everyone wondered what happened to her, though she left pieces of information for living a very quiet life away from the business world out of the public eye.”

Margitte focused on her Master’s voice as he enjoyed the work of the pretty woman under the table.

“So now that I have your attention, Margitte, let’s discuss you,” Ian said with a wicked smile, as he pushed Jun’s head further into his crotch. “Finish your drink, play with yourself and stay on the edge.”

Margitte could only moan in response.

“There you are, getting so nice and suggestible again,” Ian laughed. “Junko, you may stop now. Kneel at the table and pay attention.”

Jun released her master with a ‘pop’ and crawled out from the table and knelt. Margitte’s eyes showed the tell tale glassiness indicating the ultimate level of suggestibility. Ian smiled as he looked at the teen.

“And that is the face that is going to be between my legs every single night…” Ian said. “A little lovestruck trophy girlfriend talking about how lucky she is to be mine…”

Ian stood, and zipped his pants as he walked over to Margitte, taking her chin in his hand.

“You are going to be so madly in love with me and your goal is to be the best, most submissive and obedient slut you can be for me…” Ian said smugly. “And you will love every second of everything I make you do…love the humiliation…love to complete submissive, humiliating obedience...If you understand, say ‘yes, Master…’ .”

“Yes…Master….” the obviously drugged and susceptible beauty replied.

Ian cleared the table from all the contents, and then lifted Margitte onto it, moving her so she was laying on top, face down on the table. Just like Jodi.

“On your hands and knees, face Jun,” Ian ordered as he moved to be between the two slaves.

“Time for you to realize your fate,” Ian said as he stared at Margitte, dropping his pants.

He then turned to Jun.

“And the final realization that I own you, and everything you once owned,” the slaver said to Junko. “On your knees, watching as I fuck the lucky lovestruck bitch, wishing it were you instead.”

Ian then proceeded to walk in front of Junko, who’s programming was to be Ian Gruber’s slave, and her biggest desire was to be the one to be with him, to love him. The desire that would never be fulfilled, leaving the slave empty.

“Get me ready for her,” Ian demanded, standing in front of the beauty.

Junko reached up and began to prepare him again with her hands, then lubricated him with her mouth. When he was ready, Ian stepped away and walked to the long table, where the young blonde was waiting, facing Junko, as he climbed upon the table.

“Get her ready for me,” the slaver demanded of Junko, who stood and used her hands to remove the plug from Margitte’s ass, then took charge of the vibrator between her legs and pumped it a few times in and out before removing the vibrator, proclaiming her ready. Junko knelt when finished.

“I told you, I am always in charge,” Ian said as he began the process of mounting the college age blonde from behind, Margitte on her hands and knees on the table top. “And your fate is sealed, you are going to love, honor, and obey me…Your love for me will break you. And I know you were trained by that bitch Willow Winchester… “

Ian thrusted with abandon as he worked, enjoying the excited Margitte who moaned in pleasure.

“You sound like a porn star,” Ian said. “But you are my porn star…and more importantly, all mine to do with as I please…”

Margitte screamed loudly.

“I am not making love to you, slut,” Ian said sternly, pumping away vigorously. “I am fucking you into your obedient, lovestruck fate….”

Ian Gruber completed his plans for the young Margitte as he finished inside of her, ensuring her love for him on top of her drugged conditioning to be his slave.

A spent Margitte rolled over, a look of satisfaction, lust, obedience and love on her face as she glanced at her master, her lover. Fate complete. Pink submissively obedient and in love with blue.

* * *

The tabloids and television news reports were all reporting of a “mystery woman” being seen about town with “businessman Ian Gruber”, all noting how the beautiful, statuesque blonde had to be “20 years younger” than the wealthy business owner. Day after day, night after night Margitte was seen around town with her older master and boyfriend, always a center of attention. Whether at his restaurant, night club or perfume company, Margitte was the arm candy of the wealthy businessman.

In public, a seemingly beautiful couple. In private, Margitte was a personal slave and porn star.

Ever the showman, Ian Gruber, after weeks of showing off Margitte, allowed the teen beauty to become the face of the perfume company. That announcement caused Gruber to smile and Willow Winchester to wince at the attention Margitte was getting. Winchester preferred a low profile, and Ian Gruber was blowing up that preference.

* * *

The tabloid reports did catch the eye of one person in particular, who was already investigating the pairing. Simone Simonson did manage to cull a few leads to find out more about Margitte. Her name on its own did not uncover much about her, except her college status, and minor details of a very limited past.

With all the agents disappearing, Simone wanted to be thorough in her job, which at the order of the Director meant she was a lifeguard for Bailey Best, who she was genuinely concerned about with her delayed check in times and details she sensed from her speech patterns and behaviors. Her last check in was a rambling soliloquy about several locations she traveled to, with nothing concrete at all turning up. She ran a check on Bailey’s daughter at the school overseas she was supposedly attending, through her back channels. But all that returned were grades for a school and no photos of her at that location, with information she was currently ‘studying overseas’.

That didn’t exactly surprise Simone, as the fingerprints in the original file indicated that Margitte was Brianna Best. A bombshell version.

Suspecting Ian Gruber as a potential slave trader, Simone asked for, and got, surveillance on the supposed clean businessman. Which also increased her interest in the impossibly beautiful trophy lovingly on his arm- knowing the original fingerprints indicated who she really was. She was Brianna Best, according to fingerprint originals. The Doctor was on red alert.

Margitte, perceived by the media and masses to be a college girl living on campus in a single room with shared amenities with three other girls, was hardly on campus after her encounter with Ian Gruber. She stopped attending classes and her single room remained mostly empty. Her suitemates found it odd she dropped out after meeting this man, given the age difference, and they also noticed her change in demeanor.

Simone Simonson also investigated, having her team act as college administrators looking into the missing classes and gleaning information from the three girls as best they could. It was a typical Gruber story- a pretty girl falls in love, follows the man of her dreams. Storybook stuff for a poor college kid. Simonson didn’t buy into the storybook, she couldn’t based on her findings.

The Doctor used the 12 person team to keep surveillance on the college girl, and around Gruber and his businesses, doing their best to keep distance.

* * *

“Your training is coming along fabulously, Margitte,” Ian said as he watched the 19-year old continue her physical training in MMA style fighting- dispatching of two consecutive, older, more experienced fighters in her latest round. “I love how well you adapt to your training…”

The girl smiled a wide smile, feeling the pleasure of having pleased the absolute love of her life.

“I just want to please you, Master,” the girl said with love and determination in her eyes.

“You have 15 minutes, shower and dress for the range…” Ian said, chuckling as the girl leaned forward to give him a kiss as she was full of sweat, wearing the fighter gloves, in her tight fighting outfit that left nothing to curiosity. “I want you to become an expert shot.”

Margitte smiled and nodded her head, eager to become what her love wanted her to learn to be.

“Of course! I will do my best!” Margitte said excitedly.

“You’ll do better than that, slave…remember, I am always right…” Ian concluded as he walked away finishing his comments over his shoulder. “You will be an expert shot….”

Margitte raced to make sure she got to the range to work on her skills.

* * *

And that was how it went for Margitte, following the commanding presence of her Master and the man who she was desperately in love with. Mornings included drugged hypnosis. Afternoons included physical training, fighting techniques, as well as shooting range activities. Evenings meant appearances for the fragrance company or with her Master. Small media hits.

Her youth karate was steadily built upon with her recent training to please her love, Ian, who wanted a beautiful, fit, fighting trophy on his arm. One who could use a weapon when needed, and take a bullet for him. One staunchly obedient and madly in love with him.

“Your fitness is finally there, Margitte,” the Master said.

“Thank you, I have been working very hard to please you!” Margitte responded, blushing at the praise. “And it helps with sex, Master!”

“It certainly does, slut,” Ian said, laughing. “And you fight well.”

“Yes, Master, I am working on everything you have them teaching me,” Margitte replied.

“I know you are Margitte, it shows,” Ian said. “I trust your fighting ability. You still need to handle weapons better.”

Margitte knelt before her Master and lover, unzipped his pants and put her hands in his shorts.

“This is my favorite weapon, Master,” Margitte teased, looking up sexily and licking her lips.

Ian patted her head as she began to use her tongue on him.

Ian smiled, thinking “It’s good to be in charge….”

* * *

“I think you are ready, now,” Ian told Margitte, who was dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a tight white top with sneakers.

Ian broke from Margitte and moved to the weapons experts who were training the young woman in various weapons where he had a conversation with the group before walking back to his buxom blonde slave and lover.

“They are setting up the gauntlet. Follow the path, find the weapon, and be accurate to the targets. Don’t disappoint me, slave…” Ian said as he moved the girl to the starting location.

The experts cleared the field, and ensured the safety of everyone as he readied Margitte at the starting location in the shooting tunnels with a handgun situated on a table.

“At the beep, begin….” the expert in the booth said as Margitte calmly stood waiting.

BEEP

Margitte smiled as she picked up the gun, loaded it and then fired 6 straight shots into the inner ring of the bullseye on the silhouette of a person on the wall. Six shots, six in the heart. The blonde broke down the gun and followed the path where she stopped at the stop sign and assessed the situation ahead.

She saw a taser on a desk and a mannequin in a menacing pose holding a knife. Margitte took a deep breath, and then did a cartwheel then back handspring combination and ended up near the desk, where she picked up the taser, turned it on without stopping her motion, completed a round off and stood directly behind the mannequin. She fired the taser and watched the electricity pour into the dummy. For good measure, she kicked the mannequin to the floor and continued the path.

The next station was up a hill, where a high powered rifle and a scope sat on a blanket. The blonde made her way to the blanket, placed noise cancelling headphones on her head, and shooting glasses on her face as she laid on her stomach, setting up the high powered rifle on the tripod. Looking down, she saw four mannequins in a bunch, with targets on two of them at a reasonably long distance ensuring a tough shot.

“This is a high level shot, Ian,” the expert said. “I am not sure she is ready for this.”

“She will not let herself let me down,” Ian replied. “She has this. I know this.”

Both were silent as Margitte readied her shot. She loaded the weapon and slowed her breathing, controlling her nerves. Ian smiled as he watched, knowing Margitte was slowing her pulse like being in trance.

Margitte pulled the trigger and shot one rang out. Headshot complete on mannequin number one. The girl then moved the gun, and rapidly fired her second shot. Perfect shot again, hitting the bullseye on mannequin two.

“Mission accomplished,” Ian told the expert.

“You are always right, Mr. Gruber,” the expert laughed.

“Indeed I am,” Ian replied. “I have now created a very beautiful killing machine…”

* * *

“I do hope Ian Gruber is enjoying the present I sent him,” Willow said to Bailey as they lay in bed after the Agent did her best to service her Mistress.

“What do you mean, Mistress?” Bailey asked.

“Margitte was created just for him. She has all the things he looks for in a trophy girlfriend,” Willow laughed. “But I have added a few things to ensure she remains loyal to me.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Bailey said, not really sure what she was agreeing with.

“But that is nothing you need to worry about, Agent Slave,” Willow laughed. “You just obey me and make sure I stay safe.”

“Always, Mistress,” Bailey answered feeling good that she had pleasured her Mistress to her satisfaction.

“In your cage, a slave must know her place,” Willow ordered.

Bailey Best climbed out of the warm bed and opened the cage at the foot of the four poster bed, and crawled into the large dog sized crate, where a small, thin blanket was the only comfort in the space.

The pair had become accustomed to the new normal, Bailey using her skills to turn agents, and be a personal bodyguard for the slave trader. And a talented sharer of the bed.

“Sleep, slave,” Willow ordered and smiled as the brainwashed agent fell to sleep in her cage.

* * *

Another night and another charity gala where Ian Gruber again showed off Margitte Magnusson as arm candy, this time allowing the stunning blonde a further step into the spotlight.

“I have two questions for your date, Mr. Gruber,” the hostess at the gala said as the pair arrived.

Ian Gruber smiled wryly as he pushed Margitte closer to the reporter.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” the reporter asked.

“I’m Margitte and I’m just a college kid from the middle of nowhere,” the blonde said. “An orphan, actually.”

“You certainly seem very poised for some orphaned kid from nowhere, Margitte,” the reporter replied.

“Thank you, but I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my therapist, she took me from insecure and helpless to where I am now,” Margitte said.

“Want to give a shout out to your therapist, Margitte?” the reporter smiled.

“Sure do! Thanks Willow Winchester, this is all because of you!” Margitte said.

Ian Gruber smiled a 1000 watt smile as he guided Margitte away as the pair entered the hall.

* * *

Simone Simonson watched as her security chief from her 12 member team entered and showed her the reporter and Margitte’s interaction.

“Son of a bitch….” Simone Simonson said as she viewed the report. “Continue to follow the girl, split the team and follow Winchester, something is off….Let’s see what’s playing here….”

She called her team and put things into motion.

* * *

Willow Winchester bristled at the interaction between her creation and the reporter.

“Son of a bitch put me in the spotlight…” Willow said, seething. “He will pay for this…”

Willow threw her drink across the room in anger.

“Dearly…”

* * *

After the gala, Ian Gruber brought Margitte to his home, and waiting there was Junko, the former CEO of a popular Asian perfume company, where she was chained to an X, naked.

“You look good, Jun,” the man said. “Never better.”

Junko couldn’t answer, the red ball gag muffling any comment she could even make.

He stripped Margitte and then handed her a perfume bottle from the table near the tethered beauty.

“You did very well with the reporter tonight, exactly what I wanted,” Ian Gruber told his lover.

“Thank you, I am so glad I pleased you, Master,” Margitte responded, a 1000 watt smile and twinkle in her eye.

“Now let’s see if the perfume model will work…” Gruber said as he observed.

“Spray her and you, slut,” Ian ordered. “Let’s see if this formula works.”

Margitte walked to the naked Asian woman and sprayed her three times with the perfume. She then sprayed herself three times.

The spray was newly completed with the help of the chained Junko, perfume creator extraordinaire. It was designed to immediately affect arousal and secondarily increase suggestibility.

Fairly quickly both women’s nipples engorged, and the air of excitement was evident. But the slave trader was not seeing the evidence of suggestibility in the eyes of both women, whose eyes did not begin the traditional glazing over that accompanied Gruber’s formula.

Unscripted, and without orders, Margitte crawled forward, and then buried her head between the legs of the tethered Jun, furiously beginning to pleasure the tied up woman. As she used her talented tongue, the teen reached and inserted a phallus inside her very wet self as the show played out.

Gruber was pleased with the arousal, smiled at Margitte’s efforts, but that arousal overwhelmed the pair, so suggestibility was not going to happen.

“Well, a partial success, anyway,” Gruber thought to himself as he watched a very nice display.

He smiled.

“Look at that, the face of the fragrance buried in between the legs of the creator….”