Your date was like a dream — a night of romantic wonder. Bentley, the perfect gentleman. He helps you out of his car, your expression one of awe as you looked upon his lavish home and front gardens filled with neatly trimmed bushes, arranged flowers, and a flowing fountain — still, you were uncertain how you managaed to catch the eye of someone so...well, you'd yet to find the right word.

He takes your hand, helping you out as you stand by his side, your eyes quick to notice the many masked people standing around as if they too were marble statues. Servants? He guides you, your heels clicking on the stone path as your admiration of the home shifted; the level of security was quite evident from the masked guards, the gate slowly closing in the back distance, and the many...many cameras.

You slow your pace as one guard approached from down the front steps with a leash and collar in hand, but no dog. It left you feeling off. "Actually..." came your gentle murmur, a voice you hoped was reason and not just timidity. "It...it's getting rather late...Mr. Carter, I better get home—"

Bentley laughs as you gently tug free, turning to look at you and that gentle facade slipped like sand. "Oh come, baby, you can't back out now. You're my new pet~" He smiles almost lazily, his eyes lingering over your dress. "There's no home for you that's not by my feet...or your kennel." You step back as masked guards look your way — wanting to run as he holds back a giggle, nodding to you. Your heart drops. "Seize her. Now."