I lead the slave into my living room. It is similarly fashioned as the hallway, marble floors decorated with a scattering of rugs, nice pale painted walls. A brown leather sofa and two similar chairs surrounded a modern fireplace, which was hardly ever used, and a coffee table. Behind this arrangement, and around a corner and a large L-shaped open-plan arrangement, was the kitchen. Down the side of the room there were doors to the hallway, to the bedrooms, a broom cupboard and a door down to the cellar. On the other side of the room patio doors opened out onto my extensive estate.
I flopped down on the sofa, and ordered the slave to kneel before me.