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Bad Guy's Pretty, Little Side Piece

    Ya know the pretty, little side piece that serves the bad guy. For dramatic effect in films, it's often times the kidnapped member of the good side. For example, Jabba the Hutt and Princess Leia. Put a bikini and leash around her, and she became Jabba the Hutt's pretty, little side piece. 

    That's what happened to Amber. She was playing with the good side, and low and behold, the bad guys got a hold of her. Really, she was shocked at how not bad it was. Of course, being held against one's will naturally sucked, but they weren't bad guys.

    "I just don't see why it matters if I wear a tube top or a t-shirt!" Amber snapped. Currently, she was in a big hoodie and pajama pants.

    "It's all about power, love," Sebastian informed her. 

    Stravos entered the lounging room and handed Amber a lemonade. Amber nodded in thanks. Stravos had his own lemonade in his hand when he plopped down next to Amber on the couch. Sebastian already had a lemonade. 

    "What does dressing like a slut have to do with power?" Amber huffed. 

    "Even if no one's having sex with you, people associate you as a sex symbol if you look sexy. And having a sex slave that obeys your every command is miles more powerful that having a housekeeper." Sebastian explained.

    "And even if they don't associate you as a sex slave. Ya know what costs more than a housekeeper? A housekeeper that'll dress objectively for you." Stravos added. 

    "Well that's fucked," Amber complained.

    "Oh it's mounds of fucked. But big, business men like hot women to pour their whiskey, and we're light years away from entering a more progressive standard." Sebastian shrugged. "But if any of them touch you inappropriately, then I will chop off their hand. Sexual assault is not tolerable."

    "And if the outfits really make you uncomfortable, then we can work something out," Stravos assured her. 

    Amber sunk into the couch. "Ya know, you guys really aren't that bad."

    "Tsk. Don't say that, or we'll have to kill you." Stravos warned. 

    "Keep in mind, we're only keeping you alive, so your annoying, ass vigilante friends will fuck off. If they start meddling again, then you die." Sebastian warned. 

    "You do realize that if you kill me, then they'll just have more reasons to come at you harder," Amber replied snootily. 

    Sebastian nodded. "Painfully."

    "But they care about you too much, so it works in our favor," Stravos countered.

    "Do they know I'm okay?" Amber asked. 

    "Yeppers. They're constantly asking for videos and shit." Sebastian asked. 

    "Really? You've never taken videos of me." Amber argued.

    "We don't listen to half of their requests, and we normally take videos when you're preoccupied," Stravos informed her.

    "Is Rory your boyfriend?" Sebastian suddenly asked.

    Amber seemed more alert. She scoffed. "No."

    "Oooh, but you like him~" Sebastian teased.

    "We're just friends," Amber pressed.

    Stravos smirked. "Well, he likes you."

    "So?" Amber said defensively.

    "Relax." Stravos wrapped an arm around her. "We're not gonna go kill your boyfriend."

    Amber did relax. She even sank into Stravos a little. "We're not actually dating. We kinda hit a rough patch, and you assholes kidnapped me before we resolved it."

    "Aww. You poor baby." Stravos mocked, pulling her in close.

    "Just because you've been a great drink pourer, we'll drop you off in an abandoned warehouse when we're done doing business here. Then, Rory can rush in and save you in the evil warehouse, you can kiss each other dramatically, and have kids." Sebastian promised.

    "Thanks," Amber grumbled.

    Stravos grinned. "You're welcome, sweetheart."