Place every priest in Talai under arrest. Throw them into the lower dungeons. Guards, escort Master Trader Nurm and his party to the conference room."...y the time their escort had led them along winding corridors to their destination, King Khamul was already there. He received them, seated at a table whose ornately enameled surface was nearly hidden by scattered papers. Waving them to seats on low hassocks, he fired orders and instructions at a stream of scurrying messengers. Shantar gazed. ." Only me! You desire only me!" Yes ... Only you," she finally broke on that point. I was beginning to worry that this might take longer than my mating staff would allow. This young slut was hot and driving me wild. If she were a Neanderthal, I'd really be in the soup. I continued, but faced tough sledding. It seemed that she was somehow able to fight me."You are my mate." Not mate ... whore ... not yours ... everybody's." No, my whore! You are my whore." No, please..." My whore. Mine! Mine!. I looked at her, propping an elbow on my knees and leaning on my hand. "So why don't you do this for money?" Don't want to. I want to draw. And fill my books with fantasies and dreams. And maybe, someday, I'll get paid for some of those, too." She reached out and flicked her cigarette on the ash tray on the coffee table. She leaned back at me again and put one arm behind her head. "You would be good at that. There's fantasy all over your chart. The theater's a good place for you, it's no wonder. She caught herself, glanced down, then back up, looking me dead in the eye. “Asshole.”“Hey, I...”“What are you, a third-grader? Never seen a naked woman before?”I was really getting tired of her attitude. “Not very many built like you and I really love the heart.”That seemed to take her off her stride and she snatched her robe closed, much to my disappointment. I kept the sombrero in place.She glanced down at the crown of the sombrero and I was sorely tempted to drop it to teach her a lesson,.