Kiara made no further changes to the girl or her clothes, she merely sat back and enjoyed the show. She loved how it felt to be able to feel the power her father and brother exuded. To be able to follow the flow of energy as it twisted and reshaped the girls own biology, and the clear mental torment all of it was causing the girl. She was such a fragile thing really. Hearing her beg again she clucked her tongue softly and cast her a disparaging glance before turning contempt (for the girl) filled eyes to her father.<br/><br/>"Why do they keep tossing you such weaklings Daddy? I mean really, what fun is there if they break into a million pieces over a simple meal?"<br/><br/>Feeling Enzo's latest change in the girl, the larger, lactating breasts that would exude alcohol and not milk she gave a bright laugh and a small clapping of her hands, "Oh very good Enzo! That should keep the little lush satisfied for a time. Though you make have to be careful, you make not be able to get her off her own teats!"<br/><br/>Oh yes, she found this game entirely amusing to observe, she just wished they would be sent a slave who could stand up to it better. Was it really so much to ask for a slave that wouldn't turn into a blubbering mass over one dinner? Really?