Kiara let out a sparkling laugh when Marco asked if she'd care to wager with him, she knew damned well the girl would be able to handle whatever was in the bottle, would, in fact, likely crave it above all else! Grinning impishly she felt the change her father had made in the girl and waited for her to down some of the alcohol. Once the girl had what her body needed, though she was still craving more, Kiara reached out with a touch of her own power and changed the fluid in the bottle to simple water. She knew it would torment the girl because of the changes Marco had made in her, and it was a fun way of teasing her father as well.<br/><br/>She wasn't really playing their game, she made no changes in the slave, she was simply enjoying teasing her father a bit.<br/><br/>"You know I never wager against you Daddy, none of your children are<em>that</em>foolish, though I think even your delicate stomach could handle what's in that bottle," she added with a small grin, knowing he would have felt the change she made as she made it.<br/><br/>She considered making small changes in what Enzo had done to the girls dress as well but instead went another route, changing nothing he had done but shifting the fabric a bit more as well. Now it would not only tighten around the girl, but would grow more and more translucent around her as well but only where liquid touched it. It would put on quite the peep show for her men if the girl couldn't keep her hands steady. By contrast, the longer the gown stayed dry the darker it would become as well. If she could keep her hands steady she wouldn't flash a thing....IF.<br/><br/>"Stop what my dear, neither my brother, nor my father has a laid a single hand on you that I've seen. What would you like them to stop doing?"<br/><br/>It was a cruel question and she knew it. The girl would have no real idea what was happening to her and would likely think she was drugged or some other mundane explanation. It often took until the first obvious transformation for the reality of just what the Xantelli's were doing to fully sink in. Leaning back in her chair she let a slow, almost predatory, smile curve her lips, her gaze still warm but that warmth more of the heat of a hungry predator trying to decide if the prey animal in it's sights was worth making a meal of.<br/><br/>"You really will have to be more specific my dear."<br/><br/>Drawing her plate to her she began to eat, her motions smooth and delicate as if she had not a care in the world...and truly she didn't. She was enjoying her father's game and had no interest in being anywhere else then right here while her family toyed with this new slave.