V'kila raised an eyebrow at Taenya's words.<strong> "Hmmmmmm,"</strong>she said with a very interested tone.  Then reaching out she wiped her fingers right across Taenya's face, smearing her own elven juices across her left cheek.  She could smell herself, smell her own arousal, her own orgasmic juices.  She could feel the warm slickness across her face, it was both humiliating and arousing.<strong>"I know that you were not just Zerstela's little play thing but a minor mage, though the rumors were that you were little more than an eromancer.  Someone skilled in the arts of pleasure physical and magical.  While having a pet eromancer might be entertaining, I'm not sure I could trust you or make use of you."</strong><br/><br/>She walked away, stroking one finger along her long pointed ear deep in thought.<strong> "Though I suppose if you'd be willing to take on a mark of binding and fealty to me....hmmmmm."</strong><br/><br/>She turned back on Taenya and pierced her with an intense stare,<strong> "You suggest that your death wiped your memory?  I've not heard of such a thing, but I've also learned that many things happen in this world that are far from normal.  I could use an agent on the surface as well.  I might be willing to consider training you in exchange for your services."</strong>She grinned cruely and added,<strong>"Especially if you'd be willing to declare jak'liah to Zerstela's face."</strong>The word was drowish, but still somehow Taenya knew that it meant something akin to 'public rejection and disassociation," but with a unique twist that had familial or sexual aspects to it as well.