<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/>Sintrina gave a sigh, she was not in the mood for these games, but Isolde could have her fun if she wanted. Sintrina had never been one for incestuous relations, regardless of how beautiful her sister was.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"I'll leave you to it, then..." </span>Sintrina said with a wave of her hand.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"Just don't forget to turn the surveillance back on when you leave, Isolde..."</span>Sintrina warned as she headed for the door. She hovered in the doorway for a moment and without looking back she spoke,<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"I'm going to go find him..." <br/></span><br/>Sintrina was going to go to Mikale, distract him for a bit. There was no sense in risking him traveling to his slaves' room and finding this mess. Though Sintrina was sure she could sweet talk him out of being upset rather easily--all it would take is an offer of allowing his slaves to join them in their bed. She rarely allowed it, preferring to watch rather than join. He often had tried to convince her to allow his slaves to pleasure her and she had just as often refused. There was something more thrilling about watching him have his way with those women than anything else.<br/><br/>Even listening to the slaves' moans made her mouth dry and she debated on turning back to watch them anyway. She hovered in the doorway, contemplating.