Mint shuddered as she stood in front of Syaoron. He smiled at her discomfort, letting his eyes dart across her young body. He took every curve, every blemish or imperfection, the outline of every muscle, into his memory, burning it there for later viewing, though he could walk down and see her any time.

She was naked, something that was almost taken for granted at this point, but he'd taken liberties. She had been decorated with body paint across her arms, legs, stomach, torso and back. The patterned swirls danced across her, wrapping their way around each and every inch of skin until they each stopped in their own unique flourish. Syaoron had enjoyed every single moment the two had spent together painting it. Mint had awoken to find herself standing in the room. Her arms had been tied above her to a chain from the ceiling, and Syaoron had spent a good few minutes walking around her, inspecting her, planning what he would do with his decoration brushes and paint. She'd screamed, she'd cried, but he was undeterred. Surprisingly for Mint, he hadn't once touched her inappropriately, though inappropriate was all relative at this point. His brushes and the paint had been his own focus. At one point he'd taken out a small razor and, as gently and calmly as he had done all along, made sure she was completely hairless. Mint had said nothing, resigned to her fate, and not wanting the razor to slip or catch her.

She stood before him now, free of her restraints, a decorated vision of beauty. The patterns were exquisite, with blue's and silvers, matte and sparkles, all combining in a way that suggested Syaoron had real talent as an artist. He stood watching her, before handing her a final piece to complete the ensemble: A Mask. It was quite possibly the loveliest mask Mint had ever laid eyes upon. Rhinestones adorned the outline and he colours faded and played across the bejeweled surface making its radiance beyond compare. It didn't take Mint much encouragement at this point to adorn the mask, making the whole vision before Syaoron perfectly complete. She couldn't run, couldn't fight back. She knew what he'd do if she tried to. She stood before him, holding herself tall, fighting the urge to cover herself. She was a dancer, and a proud one at that, and she wasn't going to be overcome because of the actions of one man.

Syaoron took it all in, every single inch. His eyes followed the patterns up her body, around the cure of her breasts, the soft skin of her shoulders, the muscles of her thighs, the folds of her now perfect womanhood. He was visibly excited, but he wasn't going to cross that line, not yet anyway.

"Mint my dear, you are truly a sight to behold." He exclaimed as he walked to the only door in and out of the room.

"Let's just get this over with, You Perv!" She spat turning to face her back to him. He chuckled, as he approached the door.

"Not quite yet my little canary, the show hasn't yet begun." The door closed ominously behind him, leaving Mint to stand, naked save for the art and the mask. She could hear clearer now as the echo of the door died down. There was murmuring, and shuffling, behind one of the walls. Many people were gathered, many were talking. It reminded her of her time back stage at her recitals. The endless waiting for the music to strike up and the audience to settle down before she could go on. It was then, to her horror that she heard the announcement.

"Gentlemen. Thank you all for coming. I've just confirmed that tonight's star attraction is now ready, so I shan't keep you all. Performing for you the very routine she won the regional ballet competition this year with, I present the exquisitely beautiful and fabulously talent member of the Tokyo Mew Mew's, Mint!"

Horror filled Mint as she backed away from the wall. She stood not daring to move, as a rumble signified something large at work. The wall she'd be pressed against began to slide into two, revealing a bright set of spot lights and a large stage. For the first time Mint could see the Audience, a collection of Men, ranging in size, shape and age, and each one looking at her. The center of the room sat Syaoron, watching as Mint instantly covered herself at the revelation of the large Male presence.

The sounds of her ballet piece began slowly to emanate from the nearby speakers, confirming that Syaoron had peeked into enough of her life to know her exact talents and dancing history. It made her sick to her stomach. Syaoron noted her hesitation.

"Of course, if she's got stage fright, we may have to have one of our audience member's stay behind and give her a bit of one to one tuition on proper stage etiquette."

Mint's eyes widened with horror at the very thought, and listened to the woops and hollers of the assembled group of men. She was not going to let that dirty group lay a single hand on her.

She stood upright, letting her hands fall to her side. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to ignore the audience, being so drastically different from her normal, respectful group. Her painted body glistened under the stage lighting, dancing off the paleness of her skin and the reflected highlights. She knew where all the men were looking. Her meager breasts protruded in front of her, nipples hard from the cool air in the room, and her womanhood, naked and bare as the day she was born, was not remotely hidden. Each and every man in the room had his eyes fixed on her, and she was silently begging for God to have mercy and strike her down right there.

The first movement of the piece continued at Mint raised her arms. She felt the air move around her as she lifted herself onto her toes, pirouetting before falling into demi pliƩ. The crowds noise rose higher in fever as she pranced and leapt about. It wasn't her best performance by a long shot. She had no shoes, no warm up, no mental preparedness, but she danced. She was not going to fail now. The music rose and fell, and she along with it, mimicking the colours that she comforted herself by thinking were at least a partial cover for her complete nudity. The mask was still resting on her cheekbones, and through it she glanced occasionally to keep her balanced and to catch a glimpse of Syaoron. She could tell he was enjoying himself, but something told her there was something far deeper to this whole thing.

Finally the dance came to an end, and with it Mint took her bow. She held it, staring at her feet, allowing her breast to hang below her. Strangely there was an applause, though not quite of the grandeur she was used to. She looked up to see some of the men standing, signaling their admiration, though many were doing so in other ways that sadly made their hands less available, but also meant Mint wasn't the only one exposed to the crowd. Watching what they were doing however this fact was of little comfort.

She expected some other menial task, a parade or a lap dance, and looked to Syaoron with Anger and confusion. Strangely he just smiled at her, and casually signaled for the doors to close. The crowd sighed but Syaoron kept eye contact with Mint until the doors to the room came between them. He smiled the whole time, and Mint just stood, hypnotized by the mans gaze.

With a slam the doors closed, and she was alone in the room again, listening to the sounds of the audience she'd just paraded naked in front of, dying down to the soft murmur she'd known several minutes earlier. What was Syaoron up to.

So I bet you guys thought you'd never see this story again did you? Truth be told I have no idea what compelled me to pick this up again, nor where the hell this chapter came from. It hardly compares to the opening chapter I wrote god knows how many years ago, but hopefully should bring a smile to those of you who've been on this Stories Alert list for years. The number of reviews and PM's I've received asking about this has been overwhelming, and went a long way to convincing me to pick it up and write some more for it, so please, if you want to see more of this send me your encouragement. With such a difference in writing styles from the me that began this I don't know if this or potential chapters will fit the flow in quite the same way so any help and feedback I get is always appreciated.