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Gentleman,_ I purr smoothly in greeting.Ezra and Cort circle me like sharks scenting blood. I know who they are, but not who is who since they__e wearing black hoods over their heads. It covers them to the shoulder and has holes for the eyes and mouth. Their clothing is identical Italian designer label suits. Even their shoes are the same. Their eyes glow like steel ball-bearings from the safety of their masks. The mouths are different- one serious, one snarky- both ruby-red and kissable.While they circle Fate and me several times taking our measure, the other Master stands in a sphere of his own confidence. He__ older and I don__ mean just in age, but knowledge. Ezra and Cortez feel like babies compared to this man. I bet he__ who I really have to impress.I wait, always meeting their eyes when their path moves them back to my face. I don__ follow them with my gaze- I wait.__ello,_ the hood with the serious lips speaks in a smooth deep tone. I know it__ not his true voice, but the one Kris calls The Boss. His eyes are kind and assessing.No one pays Fate any mind as she cowers at my thigh. I hold their undivided attention. Curly-locks is quiet- watchful- a predator sighting its quarry. Snarky mouth is leering at my chest and I smirk. Caught ya, Cortez Abernathy.__ seem to be at a disadvantage conversing with you while you__e hooded. I can__ see you, but you can see me._ I try to get them to out themselves. It__ a longshot.__nd who are you, Ma__m?_ Ezra asks respectfully.__lease call me Queen._ I draw on all of my lessons from Hillbrook to pull me through this conversation. The power in the air is stifling. I wonder if it__ difficult for them to be in the same room without having a cage match for dominance. I feel like I__ on Animal Planet and the lions are circling.__ueen, indeed,_ Cort says snidely under his breath and I wince. I turn my face from them in embarrassment.I should have gone with something less- less everything. I know I__ strong, but the word also emulates elegance and beauty. I__ neither. Have to say, tonight has sucked for my self-esteem. First, the dominant one overlooks me for Fate and now Cortez makes fun of me- lovely.__hat did you say to upset her?_ Ezra accuses Cortez.__othing,_ Cort complains in confusion.__lease excuse my partner. Words are his profession and it seems they have failed him this evening. I will apologize for not sharing our names, but this gentleman is Dexter._ He gestures to the dominant man. I wait for him to shake my hand like a civilized person. He does not- he actually crosses his arms over his chest in disobedience. This shit is going to be a piece of cake.