Celia stared at him with a sickly sweet smile, silently thanking Annette, the whore that ran her "business" out of the tavern, for teaching her how to deal with men such as this one.<br/><br/>"You may be a smartass, but you have nice tits," He said.<br/><br/>"Oh, thank you,<span style="font-style: italic">Master,</span>" She said happily, "I'm so very glad you like them!" She smiled at him again, but there was something oddly sinister in that grin.