Synthia took one last look at the giant stone room around her. The torches flickered and the light from the dancing fires spread across the room. She smiled as she thought back to her kiss and was happy that her slave, Miranda, returned her affections. The feeling of the priestess' tongue pushing against her lips lingered on them for a short time.<br/><br/>She watched as the priestess struggled to stand up despite her looser bindings. The synthetic girl wanted to help out her new friend, but she did not want to loosen any more bindings than she already did. The priestess did seem to resort to trickery and up until a few moments ago, she was quite insistent on making Synthia<em>her</em>slave. The sudden change of heart, while not threatening, could still be a ploy to catch Synthia off guard and she would not take that risk. Still, the maiden's effort to move concerned her deep down, even if she did not want to show it.<br/><br/>When Miranda did manage to stand up, she lead Synthia to a spot on a wall of grey bricks between two banners adorned with the same symbol as the one Miranda wore around her collar. Synthia looked at the wall and concentrated. She tried to engage more of her sensors, but whenever she became lost in thought and more engaged with her human side, her mechanical augmentations dulled in effectiveness. She speculated that there was some sort of passageway or hidden route. Miranda said that it was the safest route.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Safest route? I cannot see any path before us."</span>She said, turning to Miranda. She couldn't sense any of the same magic that she had during their fight. Even so, Synthia kept her guard up just in case it was some kind of trap. She didn't seem to know why she was tense, but she wasn't completely comfortable with her surroundings either.