It was at this point when Flashman knew that their time was over, even if nothing was said about a time limit before they both walked into this room. Experience in most other whorehouses told him just as much that the Masters wouldn't look too kindly upon a patrol that stayed with their whores for too long - it simply made them lose out on business that way.<br/><br/>But that is... if the whore in question was already spoken for with a huge sum of money to back it up.<br/><br/>Zara was skilled at the art of fucking - there was no question about it. But yet, something in her brought a thrill that pulled his heart to his throat; a sensation that he could feel only when shot and cannon were whizzing past him in the field. Even if he did dread the prospect of killing another fellow human being, he still missed that sensation of feeling so<em>alive</em>. The manner Zara inspired all ways of perversion and teasing out of him sealed the deal for him, and it was at the point when she made the effort to wash his body that sealed the deal for him.<br/><br/>In that moment, he had forgotten all about what he first sought Zara out for. What was at first a journey for redemption became a further downward spiral into his darker desires, and he had Zara to thank for it.<br/><br/>Without any preamble nor warning, knowing well that she was in a stated of submission and satisfaction, the Colonel's head lunged forward, snapping his teeth into the side of her neck as a vampire would and sunk his jaw deep and forcefully against her flesh, careful not to cause any bleeding as the room fills with the hiss of his impassioned suckling before pulling away to leave behind a bright, scarlet welt that was sure to last for days.<br/><br/>Speaking not a single word, Flashman slid away from the whore and stooped down to gather his clothes, dressing himself calmly and without regard for Zara's presence so that he could head out of the room... and straight to the Master's office, where he may talk terms.