A timeshare salesman rudely interrupts Me and My personal slave, pestering me to buy his silly properties. I, however, have absolutely no interest in properties that don't have slaves. When I see his curious little bitch eyes envying My slave at My feet, I can tell that he secretly wants to be worshiping Me as well. With hardly any persuasion, I give him a little taste of my soles...but that's not all I want. To be continued in Timeshare to Slavery: Part II. Never yours, An Li