After settling down in the lounge, across from the imposing Malte,
I began to put forward a few questions to him - starting with the way he preferred to be addressed. He replied :
Malte, well obvious, hm? Its my Firstname
Oh I mean.. do you like Sir, Master... etc or just Malte? (I clarified as I wasn't sure that I had understood well.)
Just Malte. I don't insist on titles or tags
I felt then that I just had to smile here, before i asked :
How did you come to find yourself in Tempelhof?
I knew this sim because of (its) theater and my friend Violetta was seeking a D's club. I had this one in mind, refered it to her and brought her here because she didnt want to come along alone. I was with her, we spent some time here in the end I stayed.
We carried on a simple question and answer session in which I discovered several other things about the man - such as how Malte defines himself as
most certainly ... a kinkster in disguise
I also asked after the scar that distinguished his face - as well as the finely crafted ring that banded his fourth finger
The Scar... Is a relic from my Gorean life in SL and as for the jewelry its a ring I built for a friend few weeks ago. Its kinda private
By now, the lounge was starting to fill with other people and so I wrapped up my quick interrogation with two final questions :
What sort of qualities would you train in your 'perfect' slave?
sexy, willingly, ladylike, be good at cooking
Oddly, Malte and my grandmother seem to be in agreement with cookery as being an essential man-catching skill!
Do you have a favourite saying or a word of advice for our readers?
Yes.
"Ever failed? no matter, try again, fail again, fail better."
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