"They do."<br/><br/>The voice was powerful and commanded authority, its speaker was upright and regal; but most of all the voice and speaker were feminine. Comtesse Valere de Morhban, along with her sister, had arrived only moments before and where escorted into the hall by a series of flanking guards. With the sisters were a series of servants which seemed more objects of art then any practical tool; all were female, save a curious male that trailed at the end.<br/><br/>With furs draping across her shoulders the Comtesse made her way, she was dressed simply; but elegantly. Of the two Valere was the more austere. Her clothes may have been cut from the finest fabrics; but they did nothing to make her look like a whore.<br/><br/>"Some just don't take to it."