A soft chuckle purred from Arisa's lips, her curvy hips rolling as she sauntered forward...Favoring her husband with a slow wink! That was quite at odds with the<em>dread</em>that coursed through her, a dread that wasn't her own...Tamilla's memories. She feared this place - Exactly what had happened to her here?<br/><br/>She knew, after all, that Master Fritz was dabbling with the occult...And his dabbling had unleashed a cataclysm. Not to mention the thing she still wore...His seed still potent within her, beneath her lacy panties-!<br/><br/>"Soon - But not yet, my love," she breath, low and husky - Slim fingers rising, to brush her wavy curls back from her lovely features, favoring him with a slow smile.<br/><br/>"Actually...I was seeking your advice on something."<br/><br/>A hand came to rest on her curvy hip - "...I was thinking - It's about time to appoint a Head Maid." She laid a finger against her full lips - "I wonder...Do you have any likely candidates, husband~?"<br/><br/>Her lissome legs crossed with a smooth scrape beneath her, as she tapped her fan lightly against her chin - "I wonder, too...What *do* you<em>do</em>here all day, my love." A slim eyebrow arched - "A woman can't help but be curious, after all..."