‘Kevin,’ she said looking back at him, flashing a beautiful smile, ‘I’m so glad you came.’ She extended her hand to him and he took it. ‘H...w could I not come after you called me personally?’ he said smiling back. Her long, slender hand fit nicely in his before he released it. Rachel felt a bit guilty after remembering that he was a widower. Still smiling, she said, ‘There’s some goodies at the next table and you can pick them up as you go in.’ Rachel pointed to her left. She picked up his name. The wooden chamber door creaks open and the newest thrall to join the order stumbles in, led by chains; the woman is completely nude, leaving nothing to the imagination, as is intended… After all, her’s is the identity that Alvura will be stealing. The magical collar around the slave’s neck is the only thing covering her body other than her manacles. It suppressed the mind and renders the wearer not much more than a servant to the one that holds their chains.With a thumping heart and unsteady. The wedding festivities were fading and chairs were not being returned to, I knew I had to act fast and I acted too fast. Everything about my approach was clumsy and I soon found myself leaning on the edge of her table. Her face lifted and her beautifully mysterious, almond eyes met mine. I hadn’t thought what to say and my mind fumbled for the words. I nodded awkwardly at her and she returned my nod with a graceful ‘wai’, palms flattened and head briefly bowed. ‘Hi, how you doing? Look a bit. Not that you would know the term.” Then I set him back on his cushion and made a feeble attempt at smoothing his feathers.That got applause from ba-bu’-sya and di’-du-s Hordiyenko. I could see the switch from against us to for me, at least. Ba-bu’-sya approved ... I had withstood the tyrant. I hauled out the big guns. Permission and power of attorney ... in hand written letters on Official Letterheads. Daddy wasn’t taking any chances. The Ukraine was no longer a puppet state ruled from Moscow..