Sometimes all it takes is a taste, one single lick, one small amount touching the tongue and melting within your mouth... and in that brief moment, you know your hooked and there is no turning back. It is... sweet addiction. So I have become the addict and Spider of Port Kar has become my drug. Ma drogue de choix. Day by day I am becoming more of what he wishes me to be... a lusty slut with an eye only for him. Ready to perform and any task. There is one performance that still haunts me though. I lured a woman's guard away, danced in his lap so my Master could drag the freewoman away into the kitchen. Just when I thought this guard was going to take me to an alcove, giving my Master more time to handle the woman, I felt myself pulled and thrown from the guard's lap, looking up in time to see a meat cleaver sink into the guard's neck and blood squirt in the air. That night, still so fresh in his collar, I learned a little about the darker side of my Master. But that's the problem with being addicted to something. You know how dangerous it can be and you still come back for more... and it is never enough. Jamais assez. Last night I was proclaimed his luck girl. His charm to be kept close during special times when luck is needed. Lucky lapin du pied. It seems I am not the only one with an addiction.