Looking out the window at his favorite bar, Ardit was deep in thought. So much has happened ever since he bought Ari. He could not figure out what to do. Every female slave he ever bought worshiped him and every male slave respected him. All the cute girls he owns would do anything to be his wife, but Ari refuses. Nothing he does charms her at all, and he is the master of charming slaves. He was now considering if he was wrong after all. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was right, that Ibrahim. But even if he was right, what good would it do to free the slaves? 'More problems and more crime,' he thought to himself. He didn't know what was going on as he drank his wine, moderately this time. He didn't want another incident like before.
"Well, look whose here?" a woman's voice said.