She giggled softly and made eyes at him, even as her hands kneaded the larger woman's sore and abused breasts.<br/><br/>"How is it I could not know Vincent Scholar, the Chessmaster, he who won a game against the great and terrible Bookwyrm and thus came to our Duke as a guest?"  There came a flash of pink as the tip of her tongue peeked out between those dainty lips.  "Yet you are gentle and kind and not at all what His Grace expected.  Hence the offer of this poor deluded creature as your plaything."<br/><br/>Her fingers stroked the sleeping catgirl's headfur.<br/><br/>"I am named Niassa," she said at last.