<strong>Dining Room</strong><br/><br/>Enzo rose halfway from his seat as his sister Kiara entered, a gesture of respect. Her smile warmed him. Though she didn't often engage in the family's games, the presence of an astute observer with the Power always made the contests more interesting. Not for the first time he wondered what a slave might suffer under Kiara's ministrations if she were ever to release all of her inhibitions. She was intelligent and creative enough, but since her return to the Island he hadn't seen any truly uninhibited uses of the Power by her. Perhaps something was holding her back. A mystery to be explored as opportunity dictated.<br/><br/>"So good to see you, dear sister. You should try the prawns; the sauce is terribly tangy, but unforgettable."<br/><br/>His father was in rare form tonight, taking his own alteration to Melody and pushing it to the limit. A creature addicted to alcohol, one who relied on it for sustenance, without any of the inconvenient side effects. Such a modification alone would be worth a fortune to some of their richer dilettante clientele, yet Marco had fired it off casually. Still a broad stroke, though; he'd seen subtler from the old man before.<br/><br/>It wouldn't do to hazard another modification until there had been sufficient time to tell how the pawn would react. A lateral move wouldn't be out of place, though. Carefully Enzo tweaked the composition of the lovely thin sundress that Melody was wearing. A simple alteration made it such that the fabric would react in the presence of excessive liquid. Any spill upon the surface would cause the material to shrink, binding itself tighter around Melody's curvaceous body, but neither splitting the fabric nor injuring the wearer. From an observation of Melody's state of inebriation, it seemed likely that more than few drops might go astray as she took Marco's dare.<br/>