Fukayna knew that this wasn't right, but the guard was larger than she was and had a bad temper when aroused. "Very well I will bring it to you." She ...aid.Wamukota had taken Sinister to a bedroom and threw her onto the bed. "You played that flute very nicely, how do you do with other items?" He asked with a cruel smile on his lips.Sinister had already worked out what Wamukota was asking, "I've been told I'm perfect on anything that goes into my mouth!" She said.He smiled at her, not a nice. He removed his hat and gloves, wordlessly handed them to the servant who appeared at his elbow like a shadow and strode into the parlour where his wife reclined in an armchair, lazily plucking chocolates from a satin lined box. She made no attempt to greet him, he noted with bitter resentment, although after three months of married life he had become accustomed to her distain. Miss Emily Horsham had been regarded by all to be a beauty. Her wide blue eyes and slight rosebud mouth, coupled with. “Yes. Have Marissa craft a golden phallus for her. The poor Duchess will need all the diversions she can get in the near future. Don’t forget the red bow.”“As you wish.”A sharp rap at the door interrupted Carver’s thoughts.“Enter!” he commanded.A breathless guard sank to one knee and touched his insignia. “Mylord, excuse the interruption but there is a dark elven delegation demanding to see you.”“Demanding?” Kierkov said. “No one demands-”Carver silenced the herald with a gentle gesture. “How. She nodded through her tears. ‘Very good. Marcy will show you to your room. Tomorrow I will introduce you to the rest of the team.’ Crowe said as he nodded to Marcy and walked back to his desk. Marcy approached the young woman. She gently touched her shoulder. Samantha turned to look at her and when she recognized her as the dominatrix in the video she screamed and jumped away. ‘You are going to need some help with her,’ Crowe laughed as he watched it unfold before him. Marcy went to the door.