Three weeks later, and this is what it had come to.  Vera was an acolyte, and quite the eager one too, Sera was a matron no longer (though 'slut' and 'lover' were more normal terms between them now), had moved to one of Blackpeak's finer manors with several loyal servants, and the woman was becoming shrewder, sharper, and smarter.  That is, outside the bedroom, and in the - often called<em>their</em>- bedroom she was a delightfully submissive little whore, but that's where the submission ended.  Doxi could handle that; she'd done it before with clients.<br/><br/>On the other hand... well, Theristina was leaving the ship.  Irresolvable differences, it would seem, a shame really, but perhaps it was for the better of them both.  That was what led to now, looking at five dossier's and having the elf point out her recommendations.  Not sure if she'd take them though; she might be good, but having replacements recommended from someone who doesn't quite get along with you professionally wasn't that most logical idea... but the consideration was worth it.<br/><br/>Late as it was, and her last night... Doxi grinned as she looked the elf in the eyes.<br/><br/>"Alright then,<em>marine</em>..." she said, purred, looking down at her waist "Strip, bend over, and spread your ass-cheeks.  I want to see that<em>dragonmark</em>you've been hiding from me.  And yes, this is an<em>order</em>..."<br/><br/>Might as well have some fun with her before she left... and she'd always wanted to see (and fuck, if she was sure where it was...) that ass of hers with a big ol' cock...