"Teach me," Aurora pleaded, her hands rubbing Balthazar's seed into her skin.  Her belly and thighs were slick, and sticky, and she loved the feel of his semen on her; it was so unlike the rich ointments and creams her skin usually knew, dirtier and exotic, that even that simple act had stirrings deep in her loins.<br/><br/>But before Balthazar could answer, the princess felt herself behind drawn away, as if by a hook in her mind, and she faded from the dream realm.  Sophie's gave a shriek as the other slave. . .the rebellious one. . .the one that talked of her. . .vanished, and she forgot her place.  "What happened?  Where did she. . .what did she mean, bind me to silence?"<br/><br/>In her room, Aurora's eyes opened as a sliver of dawn's light fell across them, and she growled, turning her face into the pillow to attempt to return to the dream, but more sleep did not come.  She sat up in bed, and nudged the maid, who slept still, and likely would for an hour or two yet, if she judged the dose correct.  Touching the pendant, she asked again.<em>Teach me.</em>