Alena couldn't hear the whispers as she hugged near the misteess attempting to be as imposing as possible.  She smiled beneath her mask as she felt the touch of the mistress on her ribs.  A gentle rubbing as if to be aware of her own presence.  She could see the ire and anger in her mistress.  A look she hadn't seen in years.  An anger that she knew either meant anger at this man which caused her fingers to nimbly play on the wiring that allowed her to play her attacks with the chains.  It was that or disappointment in the actions of Alena herself.<br/><br/>She knew the mistress knew all things that ocurred in the brothel and taking a woman to her bed would no doubt anger the mistress.  She grimaced knowing an explination would be due but that it would make no difference.  She smirked slowly bringing her gaze back to the imposing man as she slowly played her daggers into her palms.  She would only act if wither he did or the mistress ordered it.  "I am...of your blade mistress....."<br/><br/>She kept her eyes locked on the creature knowing his kind to be strong but hardly enough of a threat to worry.  Winnie...so why was this one different?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>