<strong>Maschor's Private Alcove--Mira with Maschor and Variani</strong><br/><br/>Mira watched in mild satisfaction as the girl is subdued and hushed by the pain of his form of torture. She shuddered at the thought of being in the woman's position, but did not feel sorry in the least for her. Her mouth had granted her that punishment. Or perhaps Master Maschor still would have put her in the chair, it was not something Mira would concern herself with.<br/><br/>When he tapped her on the nose, she wrinkled it, before giggling. She nodded at his explanation and jumped when he patted her bottom. A blush spread across her pale features and she cleared her throat. "I will see that something suitable is brought up for your supper my Lord." She would also see that something was brought up for the girl, though discreetly so that it was given upon the whim of Master Maschor.<br/><br/>She skipped over to his desk long enough to peck him on the cheek, before slipping off. "I must see if my Mistress needs anything. Master Marco has been down there for quite some time alone with her. Lord only knows how her mood will be after his visit." With that she offered a little wave, and no glance in the slave-girl's direction, and made her exit.