<strong>Maschor's Private Alcove: Variani with Mashcor and Mira</strong><br/><br/>"The gag you ask for, Master Maschor," Variani repeated in a high-pitched mockery of Mira's voice.<br/><br/>So this was the noble assigned to "train" her after all. Good. That made it easier for Variani to focus her hate. Now it belonged to this silent freak and the sycophantic nymphet. A wad of saliva flew from Variani's mouth toward Mira.'s pretty face<br/><br/>"Listen, Maschor," she said while purposely leaving off the 'Master' title. "If you expect me to become an ass-licking toady like her, you might as well save yourself the wasted effort and kill me now."<br/><br/>Variani had no wish to die, she just hoped such as bold statement would make Maschor as discouraged as Jylene had become. Then perhaps she could be left alone to plot an escape. At least get her arse out of this infernal chair and sitting on Mira's empty head until she begged for air.