<blockquote><div><cite>Direon wrote:</cite>Then he looks to Ty with a charming smile. "Have you hurt yourself Ty? Come sit in my lap. I have enough wine now, enjoy the show with your master."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I--but--" Ty spluttered, first confused, then irritated. After a second, she sighed, glaring at the side of the throne. "Yes, boss." She stood up, quickly checking her uniform to ensure that nothing had fallen out of place, and sat in Charon's lap. Unwilling to surrender entirely, she leaned back against his chest, but kept her rear well clear of his crotch. That, combined with her height, would make it very easy for him to keep watching the show. Which... Had gotten very interesting since the last time she'd looked. She found herself blushing, in spite of herself. Yeah; there was no way this girl was going to survive the night. Damn. That was probably what they'd been talking about when she was off getting wine. Well... "Guess we should enjoy it while she lasts," she muttered.