The Despana daughter finally left and Abduxuel could act freely again. "That was unpleasant. Someone in this house is costing me a great deal of money. When I find out who it is. . ." The rest of Abduxuel's thought never left his mouth, only a wicked laugh he gave belied his horrible intentions for the culprit. The matron arose from his throne, sheets of white gossamer silk trailed elegantly behind him.<br/><br/>"If that felt good how does this feel?" Abduxuel quickly struck the side of Micar's face with his open palm. He then leaned inward and picked the area, caressing the stinging skin with the tip of his tongue. Meanwhile his other hand graced over the curve of the weapon master's bare ass. "I have some business in the Laboratory you can assist with. . . There is killing to be done. Somethings are just worth more to me dead then they are alive."<br/><br/>"Come" Abduxuel said to the marble automation and his weapon master.