Dancer gasped and melted into the hot kiss, feeling her heart thrill at the promise. It was strange, but since he had given her this brand, more and more his pleasure was hers. She wanted to not only please him physically, but to make him happy. Such were the tight bonds of brass that had woven into her soul, channeling her might spirit along lines he considered worthwhile. Down below, Maryanne Melchazzar's illusory self began to lather his genitals with her soaped-up breasts, while the other sisters gave their similar attentions to the rest of his body.<br/><br/>Dancer gave them all a curious look, then rested her head on his shoulder, one hand coming up to finger the slave collar around her neck.<br/><strong><br/>"How many exalted women do you intend to take? With the power of every woman here in your thrall, you could conquer the whole of the southeast with ease...that is, if you did not wish us to be reserved for the warming of your bed."</strong>