Miki's face went stony and stoic.  "Yes, I am.  But I'm the type you Dragon'blooded usually call Anathema.  I can't have you running back to Lookshy, saying the wrong thing in the wrong place, and word getting back to the Realm that there's an Exalt running a manse under the guise of a spa and resort.  My guests would not be very happy if the Realm suddenly showed up, knocking on my door.  Everything I've told you thus far, however, is true," she said, folding her hands in front of her.  "There are at least two here that would simply kill you for being Lookshyan.  They won't do it if they think you're my sister, because they do not want to anger me."<br/><br/>She shook her head.  "I don't like doing this, but then I don't leave ANYTHING to chance.  I make my own fate," she said, and it was clear that she was referring to something more than mere happenstance.  "You will say nothing of the fact that you have been collared against your will.  That collar was specially made to appear as a simple choker.  Who made it matters little in the fact that it might have just saved my life, as well as the lives of every single guest here."<br/><br/>"I know better than to expect a Dragon-blooded not to notice eventually.  So I took steps.  If you behave, and prove that you can be trusted to keep your mouth shut about what you see here, then I'll release you, to stay or go on your way as you wish."