Mira
"Is that an order? Who says I have to do what you say?" She said.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you're leaving me no choice. I'm pulling the slave owner card. You are my slave, and you will sit down next to me and enjoy the drinks and food I order for the booth. And you will participate in the auctions and you will have a good time. Or my name isn't Dylan Flandermeyers," I said, an edge to my tone.
"Your name is Dylan Flandermeyers?" She said.
"No. That's ridiculous!" I said.
"Wait then why do I have to listen to what you say?" She said.
"Sit the fuck down, or I will make you sit the fuck down," I said.
"Ok, ok, geez. You don't have to get your panties in a twist," she said. She walked around the row of chairs and sat in the chair next to mine.