<strong>Maschor's Private Alcove: Mira with Mashcor and Variani</strong><br/><br/>Mira smiled sweetly at the praise he granted her. "I am glad I could oblige you, my lord."<br/><br/>She listened to his explanation of the gag when she felt the spittle land across the delicate curve of her cheek. Her face froze a moment, the half pleased look frozen in place. The jaw twitched slightly before she withdrew a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped away the spittle, not granting Variani a second glance. Her words did not even seem to register on the petite blonde.<br/><br/>When Maschor began to fiddle with the little vices on the arms of the chair, she inched closer, her head lulling to one side to watch in amused silence. She did pause long enough to locate the bone, but not to pinch too hard. Mira was never one for pain, though she could tolerate it, had it been Adonia's whim.<br/><br/>Her hands clapped together as a small squeal of laughter past those full lips. "Ingenious my lord. I do so love watching you work on these things. Your style is quite interesting." Mira took a pace away--well out of spitting range--to watch the rise and fall of the woman's glorious chest. She waited..watched for that moment when the girl would break..and the gag would be applied.