There's no apparent rhyme or reason to the assignments, as best I can tell. I'm nothing like Milady, for instance, but my Submissive? My Leo? He's out and out royalty. You'll only give yourself a headache, trying to find some logic to it.

[She nestles into his side, melting straight into age-old reflex. She slings an arm around his waist, and pinches his bony hip for that last little bit of praise, with its hidden, self-deprecating edge.]

Hey. Hey. Some people are meant for houses, and some for ships. Like Mazelinka and Lilinka. It's not better or worse, it just... is. No two happinesses are alike, but if they could make it work their entire lifetime, so can we. Love endures; on top of everything else, they taught us that well enough, right?