Mellisande smiles indulgently.<br/><br/><strong>"Wonderful.  Hathor, sweetness, go tell Miriam to come here and bring the harnesses.  I believe she requested permission to play...roughly...with our Faridah."</strong><br/><br/>The sorceress licks her lips slowly, sensuously.<br/><br/><strong>"And I must confess I do find the thought amusing."</strong>