Esther was not as cool or as comfortable as Verisira seemed to be.  She seemed reluctant to face the elf at all.<br/><br/>"Riz, this is really not a good time," she said.  "I'm working."<br/><br/>"Working?  This is not a social affair?"  She glanced toward Verisira.  "I thought you Elyrians did all of your work on your knees."  A grin tugged at the corner of the elf's lips.<br/><br/>Esther managed an 'mm', a tiny little hum.  "What do you want, Riz?"<br/><br/>"We have a debt to settle, as I recall," the elf said.  "We're here to collect."<br/><br/>"I don't have what you want," Esther said.  "I told you, I can get it ... but I don't have it now.  There's nothing I can do, my hands are tied."<br/><br/>"Disappointing."  Riz shook her head.  "We're not leaving empty-handed, I'm sorry to say.  I know this is not how you wanted things to go, but you understand, we have a business to run."  She raised a hand and snapped her fingers.  "A slave's better than nothing.  You'll both be joining us, then.  Sorry, lovely," she said, glancing to Verisira.  "You're interest."<br/><br/>Esther mumbled something like, "Ah, hell..."