<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Sintrina Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Queen Sintrina</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://obraz-women.ru/sites/default/files/shutterstock_82491346-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Come on, Sintrina. With a little luck we will have our little blackmail on Deanna Planckard soon...Room 23A, that's a slave room. One that is in use. What does a guard who had last seen Deanna in a slave room she shouldn't be in?"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF">"That's where Mikale's slaves stay. Absolutely no one should be in there..."</span>Sintrina replied. It was known that Mikale's slaves were not to interact with anyone else but Sintrina and Mikale, even the guards were to have limited contact with them. She stood, following Isolde to the room.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "Whatever is going on, it is likely very arena worthy,"</span>Sintrina said with a small, wicked smile. How any could be so stupid as to be in 23A was beyond her. Mikale would be very angry if he found out anyone was playing with his slaves. He would throw an absolute fit, one that Sintrina would definitely use to her advantage.<br/><br/>Sandra Dilanio--the name sounded familiar and Sintrina searched her memory.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"Isn't Dilanio the one who is usually assigned to guard my chambers?"</span>Sintrina could be thinking of someone else, but she was pretty sure it was Sandra. Pretty little thing, too. Mikale often gazed lustfully at her, but Sintrina had a rule. He could not make slaves out of the Raffii and Guno. She didn't approve of him making slave out of the Canii either, but he rarely did that anymore. For which she was thankful.<br/><br/>When they arrived, Sintrina was greeted with a scene that both disgusted her and made her quite giddy. The two slaves were pleasing Deanna and Sandra. Sandra was moaning out,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #80FF00">"No...stop...no...."</span></span>but clearly enjoying the sensations provided by the women. She didn't seem as if she had joined willingly, but had surrendered to her fate. Aza was lying next to Deanna, her fingers pumping in and out of her as she thumb rubbed the woman's clit. Deanna had yet to notice them as she had her head tilted back, eyes closed, and body arched--clearly riding out a rather intense orgasm.<br/><br/>Sintrina stood at the edge of the bed with Isolde, arms crossed glaring down at the four woman orgy.