Rogue

It hadn't taken a lot of digging around to find out where the tall guy with the green afro was sleeping, so at a reasonable hour- eight a.m.- Rogue headed down from her morning shower to greet her slave for a day. She hadn't seen him since the auction, and they hadn't discussed the terms of the agreement, but then, what was there to discuss? His butt was hers. And she had things that needed doing.

Eight in the morning seemed like the perfect time to start doing them.

"Avon callin'," she hummed to herself, lifting a hand to knock on the dormitory door.