Lavinia stood politely to offer a courtly curtsy to the newcomers and introduced herself, her eyes studidied them both as any courtesean would two lovely women...  As rivals first, then as possible subordinates, finalys as possible friends.<br/><br/>As the second eccstacy mage, or so she seemed, began to enjoy her pet, heat rose in Lavinia's milky cheeks and she turned up her nose to look away.<br/><br/>"Oh, you need not fear any rivalry, Lord Priest." she reached out to lie her hand in front of the priest's, well manicured, red-polished nails so close that they almost brushed his fingertips.  "I know well my own value."<br/><br/>She glanced back when the slave girl gasped, concern painting her face, then flushed again as she looked away.