” He turned to Fasendil. “Follow me, please.”At the end of the roughly hewn room, there was an actual doorway. It gleamed in the torchlight from...the sparkling gems inset into the door. The Sergeant started to open the door. “Pardon me, but isn’t that an Ayleid door?” I asked.“Ah, very few not of the Aldmeri would recognize this. Yes, it is.”The door opened into a huge underground room. The walls were lit from glowing stones spaced out every thirty feet or so. The actual room construction itself. "No one has said anything to me. He's not officially a volunteer even though he has a six-point-nine CAP score. Fifteen is awfully young, but legal and doable with the nanites. A lot will depend upon his aptitude and attitude. Is he still as set on a military career as you are, sir?"Clark nodded while considering his response. "He displays a lot of the traits of a drill sergeant already. He's certainly smart enough, and he's showing a lot of promise in reading what motivates others. He has a. The Englishman smiled.“Wonderful,” he said. “Now let’s go get rid of that bumbling accomplice of mine, and then have some fun.”-------------------------------Alexis laid in her lamp, thinking of the past. In her tens of thousands of years of existence, she had served thousands of Masters, some kind, and some very, very cruel. It was why she was glad to have Sophie. It was why she always tried extra hard when granting Sophie’s wishes to make sure she liked the results. She wanted Sophie to be. ” He nodded dumbly and swallowed hard again as his hand followed her spine until it disappeared into the cute little divide of her bum. He did this several times more, actually spending more time on the lower portion below the water than above in the open air, so to speak. He knew he had to get out of there… and soon… and so he quickly got up, trying to smooth the front of his pajama bottoms (without much success) and sort of bolted from the room, shutting the door on that flower of innocence.