Normal toy, so Chess just tossed it to the end of her bed.  The dagger though was a wicked piece... definitely designed to kill someone like her, or at least give a damn better chance of it.  She sighed, and simply lay there, thinking and resting as best she could.  She could still smell the olive oil upon her skin, felt how soft it had made her hard body... why did it have to be<em>that</em>bitch in particular?<br/><br/>When the door next opened, Demi was the one to enter, and Chess sat up with a forced smile, beckoning her over to her, and taking the pitcher and drinking straight from it, a good quarter of it before she let it down with a sigh, letting it rest next to her bed on the bedstand.<br/><br/>"Yeah... asked for that massage, ended up with an assassin." Chess stated with a grin, even if it was forced "I'll be fine, but killing what I thought to have been a friend, being betrayed like that... need to get some rest in, need to relax.  Strip down for me and lay with me as I go through her possessions and take my meal.  Tell me about how you spent your afternoon... what time is it anyway?"