He looked at the blank page. He turned to his companion. "I think I've exhausted all my ideas."
The companion looked at him. "What you need is a real live girl to try some ideas out on. Get your creative juices flowing."
The writer looked thoughtfully and nodded.

"But it would ned to be someone who can take a lot. If I am trying new ideas they will be very extreme."
The companion looked worried. "Where would you find such a girl?"

The writer flicked through the page on his computer screen, assessing potential candidates. He stopped at one profile and smiled.

"Bring me the one they call Subserviant. Prepare her and leave her for me in the Green Room"

The companion scurried talking into a cell phone. She was greatly relived it was another girl getting the Masters treatment and not her.