<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br/>Christine smiled at Louis, but when he obviously looked at the Countess, she felt a slight twinge of jealousy. The only decent man here, and he didn't even desire her. Oh well...her emotions were a confusing mess right now, and she supposed she only wanted him because he was the first man to be nice to her. Sighing, she nodded as he left and watched a bit longingly. She looked over to Alistair and felt two things stir her blood...hatred and desire. The desire surprised her, but she couldn't deny he was an attractive man. Either way, she turned back to Annalisa and gave her a genuine smile.<br/><br/>As the brunette helped her sit down, Christine finally was able to kneel without feeling like her ass was on fire. She spoke at last.<br/><br/>"Thank you. I would like to have a friend in here. And no problem. I just don't like to see people hurt, as silly as that may sound."<br/><br/>Looking at Annalisa, she reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.<br/><br/>"I am glad to meet someone like you, though."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Lolita</em></div><br/>Lolo watched the scene unfold with horror. Who was this man who thought he could just ignore the protocol and his superiors? The fellow redhead looked distraught, and she couldn't blame her, although when she went back to the other slaves, Lolo relaxed. She seemed to be alright.<br/><br/>However, she did feel a shudder of arousal go through her body as she watched everything, and that was what Victoria felt as she was stroking her hair. Lolo knew that Victoria was far from the sweet and innocent woman she tried to appear, but she still felt a strange fondness for the woman. Seeing Louis come back, she looked surprised when he brought her a drink, but she nodded and smiled up at him...noticing his bulge with interest.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Sir."<br/><br/>She knew that he wanted Victoria...as every man did...but she figured it wasn't against the rules to admire his appearance. When Cyril began playing the violin, Lolo took a sip and smiled...watching the man intently. She played the violin as well a bit, and some piano, but she mainly sang. Growing up as the daughter of a prostitute didn't give you much opportunity, but one of her mother's regular customers taught her some at a young age...and the orphanage had a piano. She knew that Cyril would ask her to sing if he wished it, so she simply watched and smiled.