Lord Drinian began to realize how merciful it appeared Amora was.  Lord Drinian seemed to grow a little in love and wisdom daily, the more Amora was around and the more Hilda ensured he stayed on the straight and narrow.  Her words were a slap in his face to his rugged individualist mentality that would brutally destroy all injustices.<br/><br/>"Lotor, you must not let your lust get away from you.  This is the second time I've had to discuss this with you."<br/><br/>"But milord, we're just property.  What do you care?"<br/><br/>But Drinian continued, "I care because every day, I'm learning to listen to the plights of others.  You can't just lift up the skirts of any woman you want to, at least not in my house under my rules.  Hilda; please serve him four lashes.  After that, bring Lotor back to me so we can talk.  Lotor - maybe not today or even this week - but one day, you will learn how to properly love men, women, and children and receive love from them without you constantly thinking about yourself and what you can get out of it."<br/><br/>Hilda took Lotor away; from this, Drinian began crying that he had lost control of all the servants due to his lack of judgment in drinking.  In fact, he wanted to drink now; but for Amora's sake, he could not.  Turning to look at Amora, he suddenly realized she was wearing his wife's dress.  It fit perfectly.  "Amora, you are more lovely than anyone I've ever seen."<br/><br/>Wow that was quick; Lotor and Hilda was back already, Lotor looking a little weary, but he seemed to be holding back any pains he might be feeling from the whipping.