"I don't think I could be if I tried," Morgan confessed. He just wasn't a cruel or indifferent person, and he knew that if he tried to pretend, he would slip eventually.
"It doesn't hurt that I already tend to wear a lot of leather. To act the part of a Master, I just take all of the dominant parts of my personality, and bring them to the front. After all, just because I'm against slavery, that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the sight of someone pretty, down on their knees," he smirked, crossing the hall and opening the opposite door.
"This is my room."
It was large, the size of the other two rooms combined. The lush velvets, beaded trimmings, and rich colors threatened to make the room look dark, but somehow it retained a lightness.