As Omaru prepared to depart, Kali addressed him one final time. "I accept your gift graciously, Omaru. I will be sure to note upon your record how well you have served me. And do not fear. Though I borrow your servant, she is rightfully yours as well. After all, her place is below you as it is below me." The last line in particular might have burst Warhorse's bubble, though it was still an improvement over her prior situation regardless.<br/><br/>Xeela was about to learn her first lesson about serving Kali: her face was nearly impossible to read. Even as Warhorse delivered such wonderful fellatio to her mighty member, the woman continued to smile at her. In fact, the only physical reaction she drew from the Battle Lord was to get her to extend a hand to rub through the slave's hair. "Mmm, it does seem as if you are familiar with how to properly serve your betters. It is good that you understand your place here, for it is those who understand their position in the universe who have true power. Those who place themselves too high or too low a merely living in illusion, and it is only a matter of time before they are exposed for what they are. I, for instance, bow down to none but our glorious Emperor who is the sole person to ever best me in combat, and thus I have learned that my rightful place is here as a Battle Lord representing his Excellency The humans, down on the planet seem to prefer what they refer to as 'democracy,' where inferiors choose inferior leaders based on false promises rather than allowing their rightful betters to rule them. And it is for that reason that they will ultimately fall before us."