01-28-2012, 02:55 PM
The slave awoke, facing a mirror. He was wearing a black gown, with a tiara on his head, and black lipstick and eyeshadow on his face. His dress hugged his body in all the right places, making him look like not only a woman, but a sexy one at that. "You look good, my love," Zero smiled, walking into the room, seeing the freed slave.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.