<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div>Ember's current "condition" made her all too aware of all the wrong little things the holy one did. The leash, the way the woman moves, all those little bits are just way too distracting. There's one surefire way to combat such thoughts, tho. Ember draws her dagger and cuts a thin line along the inside of her forearm. Scarlet droplets ooze out from the shallow cut, the pain just enough to make her wonder at her own sanity. Just enough to stop those incessant little buzzing thoughts.<br/><hr/>She watched Mia approach, and lay it on thick. To say that she found it clumsy would be superfluous. The angle was all wrong, and the words out of place. She should have waited for them to start preaching. She should have picked the man with the purse to offer the slave to. A real hustler would have noticed something was amiss.<br/><br/>Then again, that particular angle - the angle of bow, that is - would let that magnificent bust dangle and trap the eyes and attentions of the two cultists. So it just might be effective.<br/><br/>Ember sighed, half-hidden by filthy scenery and passers-by, just in case things went pear-shaped. One of these days, she'll take the time to teach Mia about the world, the flesh, and the devil in the details of one's words.