Maitresse Madeline searches for a personal slave for her home.

I've been combing through The Armory looking for a slave to take home. A mistress I know from Twitter sent me Marcus Ruhl's resume, said he impressed her on a shoot. He looked built enough, handsome too—good, since I demand daily worship and I like my slaves to get me wet at a glance. So I brought him in, tested him on camera. He blew it. Search goes on.