<em>Lyra</em><br/><br/>She recognized the scratching at her door. Knew the sound of those claws in particular and knew it would be Taskill before he spoke through the door. It wasn't locked, it wasn't charmed, he could have opened it if he chose but she appreciated that he respected what little privacy any of them had. Rising to her feet she twitched her robe so that it flowed around her body. If the Master was calling for her it was likely she'd end up shifting and not really need the robe at all but one could never be sure. Sometimes Bryn chose to give her to patrons, or shared her with other slaves.<br/><br/>One could never be sure of his whims.<br/><br/><em>"We should make haste,"</em><br/><br/>"I'm coming Taskill," she said as she opened her door. Seeing him there she let a wan smile touch her lips and kissed his cheek gently. In this place Taskill was the closest thing she had to a friend. "Come, on then. Best not to keep him waiting."<br/><br/>Hurrying down the halls she made her way unerringly to the bedroom and simply found a corner to wait in. Bryn would reveal himself when he was good and ready and not a moment before. It could be seconds or hours, there was no telling until he showed up and told them what he wanted of them tonight.