<strong>Marco with Grace and Rhiannon</strong><br/><br/>Macro couldn't help but chuckle as he walked with the two remaining slaves as they followed him to Adonia's room. They didn't know what was going on up ahead, but he was full aware of everything occuring on the other side of his sister's doors. The aura of the sin of pride, wrath, and lust was seeping through the cracks of the door and filling the air around him. They were coming from both of the females, growing stronger with every vulgar word that ran off of their tongues. One was in more control than the other as his sister had taken the upper hand. It seemed like she was always able to quickly obtain a handle on any stressful situation, a habit of hers that Marco hoped to break one day.<br/><br/>Finally, after the eerily quiet walk, they reached the room, and he opened the door to the scene, merely observing the akward position that Adonia had the new slave in.<br/><br/>Yet, the girl continued to babble on. She was so filled with concete and arrogance in her royalty, her aura radiating of it, that she did not realize how she was taling to his older sister. She was speaking as if they were equals, when they weren't at that moment. So much pride, quickly being filled with hate, anger, disdain...  Each emotion could have easily been manipulated into having her say something rash and against her better judgement to cause misery for her later... But now wasn't the time for that. Besides, she seemed to be enough trouble as it was.<br/><br/>Marco slowly crept behind his sister, sinisterly gazing over her with a look in his eyes. "Looks like someone's enjoying their new toy already." he snickered, as he sat on the table, looking at the tied up girl. "Now, now... It's proper ettiquet to respect your superiors. I'd figure that a lady of your stature would know that already..." Marco's words were teasing in every manner to the girl, trying to let her realize her place. She did not have the rights she normally would, which Adonia had already proven.<br/><br/>Finally, his eyes shifted to the other girls. "Anyway, morning Adonia." He started, choosing not to use her title. "As you can see, I've brought the slaves that you requested." he told her. His voice was coming off rather friendly, completely different from the way he spoke to Mira. It was the voice of a sibling, and one would never tell his true feelings toward the Countess.