"Ah..." He said, a wave of disappointment rolling off of him. "That is a shame. You have such finely shaped hips, full breasts, and you could wear so many hues of clothing to compliment your eyes." He didn't just keep himself to words, his hand traced down from her head along her shoulder over her back all the way down to her right hip, where he followed her curves ever so lightly before standing up again from his now squatting position.<br/><br/>He enjoyed playing with these girls so much, but there was also business at hand. Staring into the final rays of sunlight reaching so high on the tower as he walked back to Zjasha to take the scroll in hand. His eyes stared deep into Miria's and the black lines crawling up her back crackled with energies. He wasn't just looking, he was doing something, and in the back of her mind she could feel it. Voices reaching out to her. No, no voices, just one voice. His voice, only much darker. She could feel them creeping up to her consciousness, and the world didn't really matter. It was moving in slowmotion, Zjasha and their Lord were talking, but he kept his eyes fixed on her.<br/><br/><em>Yes, this is it, say something. Do it, give yourself. Make an effort, you won't be denied. There's so much lust and passion locked up inside him. You can feel it, can't you? Don't make him bear it on his own, its your duty. Do what feels right.</em><br/><br/>And the strange sensations slowly drifted off again. Zjasha was getting ready to leave, she knew their Lord had so much else to do. And she herself still had work left, there were plenty more scrolls that needed translating. He spoke up, as if he knew exactly what had been said to Miria in the back of her mind. What she was thinking, or was that really her?<br/><br/>"Well, ladies. Will that be all?"