<div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2d1235x.jpg)</div><br/>"Fine."  Alcina said through grit teeth.  She stepped in, walking with her characteristic confidence.  As well as the usual sway to her curving hips.<br/><br/>She looked around, studying the surroundings.  She'd seen worse... but she'd seen better, too.  "Yes, please, lead the way."  She said, falling into easy step behind the slave.<br/><br/>As they walked, she leaned over, closer to Landa.  "I swear, if we could go ten minutes without<em>someone</em>calling us a whore, that would be lovely, wouldn't it?"  She laughed softly, clearly as much amused as offended.  "I've never been called that so many... well, no, there was Duchess Galatessa's garden party."  Alcina smirked up at her companion.  "But perhaps that's a story for another time."