Bhutanese red rice on a white polished stone floor. In a hood and heavy metal cuffs and leg irons he trembles and sweats. I shower, and prance nude around the suite preparing for our big day. Once I am dressed, I remove his hood and allow him to sit in a resting position at the foot at the glass table across from Me. I read our contract aloud, which we have already both previously reviewed. We sign. Later, he is pierced. A slave is born.