The Hound hang up the phone and once again stood at attention, the voice of his Prince scolding him.<br/>"Will you shut up already? You are ruining the mood." The Prince had her long lovely evening gown hiked up to her waist as she lay down on a mountain of luxurious pillows. A young blonde woman, who looked like she could be a model and probably was, had her face planted between the Prince's legs, eagerly licking at her cunt. The contrast of her pale skin against the Prince's olive complexion made it quite an exotic sight.<br/>The Hound sighed. He was not the only servant present in the room, infact there were quite a few of them ready to do their mistress bidding at a moments notice. But he was the only one there without any apperant purpose.<br/>"My Prince, do I really need to be present for this? As you recall, there are much for me to do..."<br/>"Yes, you do so now be quiet. You need to be reminded that there are things in this world you cannot have."<br/>The Hound sighed again. This was not the first time he had been made to witness the Prince's acts of carnal pleasure. He suspected she got off on knowing that he was watching, knowing how frustrating it must be for him. It was true that he lusted after her, as did any man and most women too. She was a creature not of this world, her beauty unparalleld. But she refused to bed any man who she deemed unworthy, wich seemed to be all of them.<br/>"Like your detective?" he asked to take his mind of it all, risking her anger by speaking despite being told not to.<br/>"Yes," the Prince hissed between clenched teeth, her eyes closed. "Was that her on the phone?" The hound nodded.<br/>"Yes. She found something for us, I told her to fax it over."<br/>"Good, she's proving to be quite usefull." The Prince opened her eyes again, giving her Hound a suspisious glance that seemed to say "hands off".<br/>"If I may," the Hound said quickly, "what are your intentions with her, my Prince?"<br/>She didn't reply for a long time, just breathing deeply with her eyes closed. But finally she spoke.<br/>"I think it would please me to see her work here at the Babylon, let's say the night after tomorrow. I entrust you with making sure she gets here."<br/>The Hound gritted his teeth. He had it up to here with the abuse, but knew not to challange the Prince, who was ancient even by Kindred standards.<br/>"The game?" he asked. "While I appreciate the irony, don't you think..."<br/>"Think what?" the Prince exploded, staring at her Hound. "That I should give her to you, unspoiled?" He knew she would never do that, not as long as he still showed interest. "Leave me," she continued, "your childish whining is quite tiresome." The Hound gave her a deep bow, and did what he was told.<br/>The Prince sat there deep in though after he'd gone, apperantly losing interest in the pleasures of the flesh. Finally she spoke.<br/>"Remove this one, I tire of her clumsy touch. Maybe a night in the Dungeon will learn her to keep her mind on the task at hand."<br/>The Prince sat there long after the woman's paniced cries could no longer be heard...