By the time Iason and his companions reached the Blondies' group, they were settling down at the luxurious settees by an empty, large, round and short metallic black cocktail table - the snacks and drinks would be served by attendants.

"Iason," Raoul tried hard to restrain himself from sounding amused, yet he failed. "You are late."

"Well," Iason took his time to settle down on his sumptuous settee. "Riki was rather - let's say - not quite co-operative," He turned his head slightly and cocked a meaningful eyebrow at Riki. "E-A-R-L-I-E-R." The word was addressed to Riki, pronounced with unnecessary force.

Iason emphasized on its every syllabus, wanted Riki to remember something he would give anything up to forget it.

"Is he now?" Hillber had this disruptive smile on his face again. "Why did you bring him, then, if he was not, as you said," He smirked. "Quite co-operative?"

"Punishments had been given, Hillber," He paused, giving Cal a mindless hand wave – a cue for him to carry out his duties now, then continued for further explanation. "Plus, I need his to formally meet his juniors, my new pets."

Meanwhile, Cal had performed his first given task with expedition. He took over the metal chain that shackled Riki by Iason's side earlier. Now he unhooked the other end of the chain from the D-ring that was connected with the collar on Riki's neck, giving him full liberty.

Cal then left with the chain, off to somewhere else to do his second task.

Without even anyone knowing about it, gentle music smoothly started to flow in the background. The room appeared to be dimmer and the groups of pets slowly broke up.

The Free Party was going to start anytime now – as soon as the Blondies were happy.

The conversation between the elites of Tanagura continued without breaking off as more and more of the Blondies' favourite pets sat by their respective master's feet.

The other pets – those who was not one of their master's favoured one – gathered in small groups and continued whatever they were doing earlier; whispering softly to each other, giving comments on anything they saw or even sharing gossips about the popular pets.

Riki started to receive unwanted attention from the other Blondies after Cal – or technically Iason – granted him his transient freedom.

The building, THIS building where the Free Paty was held in Midas Area 3, Mistral Park could be enters or exits by anyone, not needing the authorities' identity verification. Without his chain, there was nothing else holding Riki back. He could run away. To anywhere.

The twelve Blondies were waiting for a good show.

Out of their expectation, Riki did not make use of the situation to flee from Iason. Instead, he stood stock-still like an statue – one looking extremely annoyed – beside Iason until his master ordered him to sit with satisfaction.

"Where?" He asked, sounded as good as gold but looked like he was going to hit Iason if he replied something ridiculous. "Should I get an attendant to find me a chair?"

"There is no need for that, Riki," Iason replied, with a formidable good mood. "On the floor."

"You're kidding." Riki's eyes opened widely in incredulity. Him? Sitting on the floor - in fact practically sitting by Iason's feet like an obedient tail-wagging dog? That was what Iason hoped that he would do? This was ridiculous!

Riki's eyes flared with anger.

"Do I look like I am?" Iason teased - not his usual behavior to ask a rhetorical question. This proved that he was on cloud nine because of Riki's promised-kept obedience. And also, he had always found Riki's temper most fascinating.

"NO WAY."

Two words from Riki's thin lips and Iason's expression darkened immediately. His good mood had now vanished.

"Don't make me repeat the same thing." His tone was stone cold.