A slut.  That was what she was supposed to be.  A stupid, idiotic slut.  Well, okay.  She would still be smart, but she would have to play dumb and just be the giggly girl attached to some powerful, important person.  Something important was dropped in the conversation, though - there was supposed to be a cap on her memory.  But except for the last few days, there was no such thing.  Memory caps were psychosurgery, she knew that...so obviously her ego had resisted, or the surgeon had bungled the procedure, but she said nothing of it.  She would need every advantage to escape.<br/><br/>"Enjoyable.  Being you?  I doubt it."