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Not even her. She has had her independence for so long that I... did not feel like trying to block that. It's a complicated thing, but we are figuring out our path. Both when we are together and when we are apart.

[ He is not sure that girlfriend/boyfriend even fits them anymore, but that is a topic for more beer and another time. ]

Nonetheless, she knows I offered this to you, and has had no problem with it.

[ He considers that. ]

Well, that you are my submissive in the eyes of the law, and that I am legally responsible for you, that you can purchase things using my money, that I will support you having a job of your own and back that, whatever it will be, that you have my permission to move between Up and Down freely, and to act in my name if you need to.

[ He pauses, and scritches his chin. ]

Does it need anything else?

[ Beau respects that, even if it does go against what she has experience with, what she knows and understands. Keg and Reani she let go, but that wasn't love. That was just... something else.

She'd give whoever she loved independence, but she'd still want to be with them whenever she could.

Except when things were awkward and then it'd be more than a ten foot pole. Case in point: she's having this conversation with Jo rather than with Jester. ]

And who picks out my collar? [ She adds this with a smirk and a dry tone. ]

[ Jo snerks. ]

You do. Gods and stars. We need to find something that fits you and you actually like.

[ And he grins wider. ]

And that looks good. I want you to look fine when I am telling girls about you.

[ He nods. He will wait to mention the girl who wants to meet her, a little later. ]

[ Beau lifts an eyebrow in interest at that last part, wondering if he means in the general sense or if there's a specific person he's been making her ears burn with. ]

Maybe something simple. A little leather. Loose. I could pull that off, ya think?

I do. Maybe see if we can find a shade that goes really well with your skin tone. [ He nods, liking the idea. ]

It would look badass on you.

[ Beau nods, confident now, feeling better. Better than she has in a while, though she pretends otherwise.

Alright, time to make shit happen. ]

I guess then... we could make it work.

[ Jo nods. ]

Good. I like the idea of knowing my friends are safe, at least from that. And with me getting a house, you will have a place to live where the SINguards won't come.

[ Not without reason anyway.

He considers her, then nods. ]

Want to go take care of it now, or do you want to think about it more?

Nah.

[ Honestly, now that she's made the decision in her head, there's no more waffling. There's only hurtling forward on a whim and a prayer.

Well, not quite. There was thought put into this. Just not a whole lot. It's more gut instinct that has her running away from her friends (all two who could contract with her) and into the "arms" of a new friend. ]

Let's do this thing. No time like the present.

Alright. In that case...

[ He holds out a hand to her. ] By foot or by air?

[ His grin is a challenge. Oh yes, this will be fine they totally won't encourage the worst impulses in one another. Not at all. ]

[ Somehow, she missed the fact that Jo could fly, but at the same time, she's not at all surprised or concerned about his offer. Her eyes light up and she takes his hand, tightly, assuming she has to hold on. ]

Come on. I haven't got all day.

Hold on.

[ He pulls her close, not suffocatingly so, but some, and his other hand lands on her hip gently, and then nods, and concentrates, and a moment later, they are in the air, shooting up into the sky over the city.

The city falls away below them with startling suddenness, as they rise toward the rock ceiling, and then he changes course and they fly toward the tunnel that leads to the UP. ]

Won't take but a moment.

[ He grins at Beau. ]

This is how I get everywhere, most days.

[ She does hold on, even though it makes her feel a little like one of those damsels in distress holding onto their big strong knight in those novels people like to read. It's not a great look, not a great image, so she forces it out of her head just in time to take in the full experience of lifting up off the ground and into the air.

It's just cool at first, but then she looks down and realizes how high they've gone and how quickly and it's a little overwhelming. ]

Shit shit shit shiiiit. [ Giddy excitement and low key terror battle within her as she holds on to Jo. ]

[ Seeing her expression, he lowers them to a more normal height. ]

Sorry, this can take some getting used to. I will not drop you. I promise. Friends don't drop friends.

[ As they arrow into the tunnel, the lights along the way guide them as they head upward and he slows his speed even more to avoid the train and the busses that move along the way. ]

I mean, I figured.

[ But Beau's looking up now rather than down, not wanting to take the chance of sending herself into a spiral of terror. Besides, it's much nicer looking up at the Up than it is looking down at the Down. The air gets clearer, the temperature changes to something more comfortable, and now it's pleasant. ]

Okay, not so bad. Or maybe that's just the Up.

A little of each, really.

[ He grins as they come up into the, er, Up, and he sends them soaring slowly toward the market square where the contract office is.

The towers of the city gleam brightly, and Jo shakes his head. ]

This place is the definition of looks pretty but is dangerous.

[ And a few minutes later, they are landing in front of the contract office, Jo holding onto her until he knows she is standing firmly on her own two feet, then letting go. ]

[ Not that she would ever say it, but Beau appreciates the steadying hand in that split second when her feet touch down to earth. She's a monk and she's got all the dexterity in the world, but it's still a weird sensation to go from air to ground.

She nods towards the office. ]

Lead the way. I've never done this before. Do I need to, like, walk behind you or something? You do all the talking, great dominant?

Nah. Just don't talk to any dominants unless they ask you questions or talk to you first. Some of the natives here get really aggressive about that shit. I don't mind a fight, but I just want to get this contract made before we worry about kicking someone's ass.

[ He chuckles. They can fight someone later. ]

But yes, I will ask for the contract. We'll get a contract specialist who will take us into a contract room. In the meeting, you can talk freely. One of the few places where Dominants and submissives are seen as equals here. The specialist will ask what we want in it, and they will draw it up, then show us, and if we like it, we sign. If not, we ask for changes, and go on until we are happy.

[ He nods to her. ]

Ready?

[ It sounds very... ordered and sensible, but nothing about Duplicity is really what it seems. So Beau is still expecting some kind of trap in this, some kind of catch. Not from Jo, of course, but from someone working for Duplicity. This specialist sounds suspect.

Still, Beau said she would do this and she's going to do this. So she takes a deep breath to steel herself before facing some pencil pushers and nods. ]

As I'll ever be. Let's just do this.

[ Jo nods and leads the way in. Thankfully, for once, the situation is less trapped and more clear, than normal. Jo consults with Beau, and with the contract person making sure Beau gets a contract that lets her be free of any normal obligations, as well as giving her as much freedom and individuality as he can.

And when the contract is theirs, he takes a breath and signs it, then hands the pen to her, nodding. ]

[ Beau's uncomfortable. It has nothing to do with Jo, who is doing his best, or even with the specialist who is doing her best too. But the whole situation is so... official. Ignoring the fact that at some level, no matter what it says, she's signing over her freedom, it's the kind of place that Beau would avoid if at all possible.

Beau's lips thin as she looks at the paper in front of her, but she nods and takes the pen from Jo and signs her name.

The contract person says "congratulations" like this is a happy thing, and Beau supposes on some level it is. But, as she stands up, she looks to Jo. ]

Drink?

Oh yes, drinks. Please.

[ He walks out with her as fast as they can go and feels his shoulders lift a little as they hit the sunlight outside. ]

I hate that place, and this whole.... thing. [ His hands wave at... everything as he glances around, then points one way. ]

There is a bar that way where the drinks are good and the people mind their own business. [ Then he points the other way. ]

Or we can go back to the place and you can settle into my place, if you want. The second room there is yours now, for the taking.

Shit. [ She says it with a tone of realization, things finally sinking in only in the few moments they've been outside with fresh air and sunlight and no contract assistants around them.

She's made a deal to be Jo's Submissive. They're going to live together.

Her life is basically in his hands. ]

Yeah, let's... I haven't got shit at my place. Let's just go to yours -- ours? Fuck -- and get drunk and eat steak.

[ He glances aside at her. ]

Alright? And it's yours, too. One provision in that contract says that if something happens to me, you get the house.

[ He made sure of that. ]

And beer and steak sound good. Come on.

[ And he leads the way, walking with her at a fast pace. He is nervous. She is the first sub he has outside of Tinya, and it is both a scary and worrying thing. ]

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