The mixture was dumped into Mohini's mouth. It was a noxious sludge of crushed seeds and herbs with only enough wine to make it pourable sludge. She expected that the girl would gag and clamped her mouth shut with a vise-like grip once the cup was emptied.<br/><br/>As Mohini's heaving body was forced to take the potion, Masina hissed in Latin so the man might understand.<strong>"I told you once already, do not try to work us against each other."</strong><br/><br/>She released the girls jaw and stood to address Quintus.<strong>"She needs her nipples pinched or sucked. I'll steer for awhile."</strong><br/><br/>Masina turned and strode to the rudder.<br/>