<strong>Kiara ~Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>She watched with, almost, clinical detachment as the girl refused the milk from her own breasts and instead chose the agony of her condition over the obvious means of relieving it. She had to admit she was indeed impressed with such fortitude, she hadn't been expecting it after the way the girl had whimpered and cried at the Manor. She wasn't impressed enough however to try and stop Enzo from playing with the girl further. Why should she? The girl was, after all, just a slave. That she should have compassion for her never occurred to Kiara.<br/><br/>When he started working on the girl again she reached out with her own Power, using it like another pair of eyes, not interfering with Enzo's work, but watching it, appreciating it, at the cellular level. She chuckled when he made the subtle changes to her looks. There was nothing obviously sexual about the girl now, but her body exuded a covert sensuality that would draw people in. She loved the way he set up the feedback loop through her body as well and wondered how long it would take before the girl grew so stressed with her changes that it set off an orgasm through her body. That would be highly amusing to watch!<br/><br/>With the girl gone at last she raised her glass to her bother to acknowledge his toast, her own impish grin curving her lips as she sipped at her drink, "To Power indeed, and to the devilsh ways my family chooses to use it!"<br/><br/>With a wicked light in her eyes she shifted and suddenly hopped up on the table the girl had been on only moments before, stroking it gently as if it were a pet, knowing the woman trapped inside would feel every touch, "So tell me about this lovely here dear brother. Whatever did she do to get herself turned into a table? And what have you done to, and on, her to torment her captured soul?"