"And now you know two marvelous stories, Arram of Sicily, mine and yours. But you cannot recount these stories to anyone, for it is not fit for people...to know so much about their supreme ruler. But you are young, and I will soon be old, and someday death, the destroyer of happiness, whom no man, however rich, can bargain away, will come for me, and on that day you will be permitted to tell your story and mine, together, and your story will travel the world and everyone in the empire and beyond. Then she pulled the belt apart. She smiled, ‘Boy that Florence is a clever one. You know it was Florence who purchased all the clothing you’ll be wearing from now on. She’s a perverted old witch.’ Sorrel stood there trying not to cringe. Denise went on, breathing heavy, hands a little jittery, trying to control her emotions. She pulled Sorrel’s panties down to her knees, ‘Wow Sorrel you have a beautiful little snatch.’ Denise reached down with her right hand and made as if to fiddle with. . with anger in her sultry voice... as she lashed another trafficker across the chest with her whip...sending him sprawling along the ground. "Allow me to introduce myself...My name's Yellow Cat...and I'm going to shut down your drug smuggling operation and bring you all to justice!" declared Lara as she holstered her whip and stood with her muscular arms raised...and her muscular legs slightly apart...her erotic bare feet resting flat on the ground...watching her fallen foes. "Now. He spun around, and as he did so, his jacket sleeve caught on the handle of the knight's sword. There was a whispering noise and a door silently opened in the blank wall.Dick stepped back in surprise and momentary fright, tensed and waiting for someone to come through. When no one appeared, his eyes narrowed and he reached out to push the sword and scabbard. The door closed. He pushed up on the sword; the door swung open again.Peering around to make sure no one was watching, Dick quickly.