Ruhk hissed at the severe pinch and her back stiffened; one hand came up and she ran her fingers through the sodden mess of her sister's hair slowly, as a lover might.  "If what he asks brings us money and lets us kill the unbelievers, I do not care if he is one of her great followers or not.  You may refuse his request if you wish, but I shall do as I like.  He looks to be one who wishes..."  She paused, letting a soft sigh escape her lips as she was caressed more gently.  "One who wishes for glory as we held in ancient days.  And who is to say he shall ask unpleasant tasks?  You enjoy the things you do, do you not?"<br/><br/>Her hands slapped at her twin's wrists, and she hissed at the painful tug it elicited as Corr's fingers instinctively tried to tighten.  She slid around, revolving in her sister's arms before she shoved the other girl back against the wall of the tub.  Ruhk's hand wrapped itself in her sister's hair and yanked her head back as she slid her oiled body along her sibling's.  "We stay here because I say so.  If you wish to leave, you may..."  She grabbed one of the long daggers and shook it free of it's sheath, and slowly dragged the tip of the dagger down her sister's breast, dimpling the skin but not cutting.  "....but I am keeping your knives with me.  You would not want to leave your knives here with me, would you?"<br/><br/>The quiet twin pressed her body along her sister's, her thigh pressing between her sister's leg and her mouth opening, tongue sliding along the mirror image of her throat.  The knife slipped lower, the tip tracing the delicate places between her legs threateningly.  She pulled her mouth from her twin's body and murmured softly,  "Would you rather I give you your knife back?"  The casual, almost disinterested question was punctuated by a firm press of the tip into Corr's outer labia, hard enough to draw a tiny bead of blood quickly lost in the hot water.