"Yes, the young master. How could I forget his boyish ruggedness?" Tigra smiled and nodded to Mahina as their hands were kissed, letting her know it was okay. She had strict rules for Mahina. The younger woman was not to touch or be touched without her mistress's permission. "We are looking forward to tonight with grateful and humble hearts that you have bestowed such an honor on us. Is that not so, Mahina?"<br/><br/>Mahina smiled, feeling a tingle throughout her body from the man's lips on her hand. If his son was half as charming, she would be elated early in the evening, most certainly. "Yes, mistress." Her voice was soft and sweet like a feather, a tone that she had learned to use to her advantage over the years. Tigra was a most benevolent mistress, who allowed her a degree of freedom she had never had before, given she'd been a slave since her infancy, but prior to her, Mahina had needed to use her voice, her eyes and all her other assets and talents to merely survive. She'd never owned anything that was hers. Even now, the necklace and dress that she wore belonged to her mistress, who could take them from her at any moment.