<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img841/1383/rh08.jpg)</div><br/>Ashara laughed at the defeated warrior's suggestion. "Don't you dare speak of hell to me. Don't forget who you're speaking to, a divine servant of Passion. I would never send you to hell... only seventh heaven," she finished with the suggestion of what was in store for him. She did intend to let him have his way, or rather, she intended to have her way with him, on the conditions she would set, but at the moment she needed him to realise she had bested him. He needed some sort of humiliating memory to remember that. "Everyone here is a witness to our bet and as such, you must do what I say," she grinned, amusement mixed with malicious streak, "you will admit it, I have bested you and now," she lowered her voice to a raspy, seductive whisper that could send chills down people's spine, "you're mine." She breathed into his ear, "If you want to know otherworldly delight, you'll just do what I say now." She looked around at all the other soldiers and then turned to Gavrel and adressed him, "Go on, I'm waiting. Your divine mistress is waiting," she winked at him.