12 - Becca

"No," I shrugged, pouting. "I just wanted to fill my face and dance. I didn't know you needed a right day.”

The bartender gave me a seductive look. Until he was very handsome, with a shirt that left his strong arms exposed, and tattoos that covered almost every space with hand skin. The eyes had a color that I couldn't identify, because of the lights, but they were beautiful.

"Today is the night of slavery," he informed, indicating the couple next to me with his chin. Both were looking at me, although the girl was checking the expression on the man's face next to her. "This is master Diggle, and his submissive, Karol. The two wear bracelets of the same color, so that everyone knows who she belongs to. You don't have a bracelet and you're looking at everyone as if they were a circus show, so I deduced that you were lost.”

I giggled, not wanting to absorb the previous information. Damn, master and submissive, it was very strange at that time. I didn't even know what the hell a master wo