She walked up and down the deck nervously. Her innocent eyes shinning lightly in the summer sun. Purring softly she removed flicked her hair with uncaring ease and removed her skimpy skirt and lay down on the wood floor with a quite yawn. Ignoring the impulse to bat at the floating dust. She moved a lock a golden hair out of her eyes and hoped for a tan, praying her pale, milky complection would not be burned. Closing her eyes nervously, missing the protection of a master and wishing she still had one to love. Suddenly the sound of feet approached, making her lift her head and look about for the misterious person....