Richard had been lurking around the almost empty house, Ariadne had gone to the store for art supplies and hadn't been sure where Kyle was. He didn't like that he was always missing, not easy to find. He dropped himself onto the leather couch and stared at the ceiling, wondering if he should go out and treat himself to a few gifts. Few steps echoed behind him, and he turned around to realize that it was Kyle. "Where have you been?" he asked.

 "No, that can’t be right…I’ve never heard of such a method. You do what exactly?" he asked, simply intrigued by the conversation that was being had at the moment. He had come to the club to let the slaves wonder a bit as he ravished himself with dancers, and bottles of bourbon. Letting them see that he could be nice once in a while.