Haelie: Six months? What?!
Rusty: Never mind that, slave.
Haelie: Okay... Did you just turn off the lights?
Rusty: Yes, you are going to show what a good
           slave you are now.
Haelie: Y... yes...
Rusty: Shh... you will be all alone, naked in the
           darkness... a herione in a thriller movie.
Haelie (shivers): Y-yes...
Rusty: If you are to survive, you will be silent
           and completely obedient to whoever
           enters this room...
Haelie: Oh god... oh... alright... Mestre...
Rusty: I will be leaving but I will return...
Haelie: Oh... Rusty... please...
Rusty: Play along, sweetie... you're the one that
           wanted to be a slave...
Haelie: Very well... hurry back... m-mestre...

Can we fast forward to the part where I come back, forget the 'deal' and spend the evening fucking Haelie Anne? No. Because that didn't happen. So, like the stubbord idiot that I am, I went off to find my King and let him know that I was in on the game and he hadn't won yet.