Haelie: May I speak, Mestre Rusty?
Rusty: Not yet. (Gropes Haelie's breasts
            longingly for a moment.) Alright.
Haelie: Would you... um... ever consider...
            keeping me? I mean... I'm so
            turned on and you haven't
            even really done anything...
            (giggles) Well, except for
            playing with my tits.
Rusty: I don't... well... I don't...
Haelie: You don't want a
            slave? I mean, I don't want
            to go back to Liverpool and
            you could keep me as
            your own personal
            little fuckdoll...

Oh my. I've had a lot of offers in my day, but this one was certainly one of the most tempting. Maybe she was in on this thing, too. Maybe she's working for Luxx. No. Can't be. Just maybe.

Rusty: That's quite an offer, Hae...
            I mean, slave... but...