"Yes. I know you, that's why I came to you."
It hits me where I have seen him before. He is the man who was staring at me weeks ago when I came e here for the first time. The man Madame had told me that he has never been with any of the women and never been interested.
And here he is. I feel like I am being played.
"Why are you here? Why did you choose to be with me?" I ask all the play gone because I am starting to feel uncomfortable.
He stands up and its down on the chair. I want to tell him to continue sitting but this man is not here for the play. He is not a submissive man either and with the way he carries himself, it evident. He knows too that I know and that's why I don't say anything when he sits down. What I do know is that he hasn't told me any lie since he walked in on this room. Perhaps it's true he is looking for something more, something deeper than the games, the simple pleasures.
