<strong>Kiara, Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>Kiara was delighted as she settled into Enzo's chair and curled her legs up to her chest, looking for all the world like a contented kitten as he led the slave in to settle on the exam table. The table that her power told her was another person, she could feel the soul emanating from it and examine it with her own gift, chuckling softly when she realized that the woman would be able to feel and hear everything, how priceless! Enzo really was a genius, it was small wonder she adored watching him work!<br/><br/>Listening to him as he lectured the slave she couldn't help but to laugh when he made it clear she was going to have to drink from her own breasts. She was utterly charmed and delighted in his way of handling the girl. It wasn't how she would have done it, but when it came to female slaves she wasn't nearly so kind as Enzo. Of course she wasn't attracted to female slaves which might be part of it, she savored their agony, enjoyed their tears and their pleading...but in the end she wanted them to fail, wanted the excuse to vent her own brand of cruelty.<br/><br/>When he asked for his drink she stuck her tongue out at him playfully, "I'm your sister, not your maid brat!" she teased even as she rose from the chair to pour the drink for him. She also poured one for herself before she sidled over to hand him his drink and eye the girl on the table with a critical gaze. Reaching out with her power she examined the girl, simply feeling all the changes that had been made in her and chuckling once more at her families deviousness, "You and Daddy really are too bad. So how are you thinking your going to tweak her further?" she asked as if the slave wasn't lying right there and able to hear her.