If you are to be mine, then you may call me Master, girl. You, on the other hand, will be Selyntine. Not a human name, but then again, you're not exactly human, are you? On the surface, maybe, but if you look deep into my eyes, look deep into your own reflection, what do you see? Not a human, but a monster. A beautiful, precious, treasured monster. Quite the ravishing beast, with her collar round her next, soft silks draped across her hide. You'd like to be that, wouldn't you? You'd like to be one of Master's girls? Treasured member of his collection? His harem? You're already far from human. Reach behind you, let your fingers clutch around your tail. Wrap your wings around you. Feel skin draw tight around flaming red eyes. That's a girl. That's my Selyntine.