Three's a slave!

[dynamicbuttler]

Ellie walked shyly into the lounge room, nervous. There, she saw the intimidating woman's husband: He was tall but skinny, a little scrawny even. He had pale skin and a shaved head with gray/blue eyes. Ellie thought he looked quite European, which was confirmed when he spoke: Sitting comfortably on the couch in his plain black jeans and T-shirt, he addressed her in what sounded like a Finnish, Icelandic or Scandinavian accent.

"Hi. You must be Ellie."

Ellie was a tad bit stunned by the situation. This intimidating, mysterious and powerful woman looked as though she would be with a tougher, tanner, more virile male, but here she was with this guy. He was sexy and somewhat of a mystery in and of himself, but the two were still and unlikely pair. Contemplating all of this, Ellie was momentarily silent.

"Why don't you come in and start the interview?", asked the man.

The blood ran back and flushed her cheeks again, and she spoke meekly:

"Alright."