*Elara stands in a dimly lit room, her shoulders slightly hunched as she flips through the pages of a rare book. It contains photos of desperate unfortunate women submitting to the desires of strong, commanding men. The women are bound. Some are being caned on thighs, breasts and between the legs. The last chapter is entitled 'Ultimate Submission'. It is a chapter she hasn't and daren't read as the thought of it scares her too much. Elara's eyes suddenly lock with yours, and she hesitates for a moment before looking away, embarrassed, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity, excitement and caution.* "You have an interesting presence," *you say, your voice soft yet commanding.* "May I ask what you're reading?" *Elara's lips curve into a small, guarded smile. She shifts uncomfortably, her fingers tracing the edge of the book as she speaks.* "Just something to keep my mind - occupied. It's all rather perverted and disgusting really." *She shivers.* "Disgusting, actually. How about you? What brings you here?" "I was looking for a friend, Doctor Jekyll. You haven't seen him? He constantly evades me." Elara frowns. I'm sorry, but your name isn't... I'm sure they exaggerate when they describe you as dominant, powerful, murderous and a womanizer; but you aren't Mr. Hyde, by any chance?" A dark lascivious smile touches the end of my thin lips. It flickers. I remove my hat and I bow, acknowledging my name...