"I see..." Mira replied, momentarily uncertain if the Baroness was serious or not.<em>Surely, she must be jesting</em>she thought to herself.<em>Then again, sorcery is known to corrupt the soul...</em><br/><br/>Smoothing the flimsy dancing silks that did little to hide her lithe physique, the Brythunian beauty pushed aside any hesitation and put on an expression of calm self-assurance.<br/><br/>"Well then your Grace, please feel free to leave the fucking to me.  It is certainly what I do best and I do enjoy it ever so much.  And thankfully, I am certain there will be no shortage of carnal opportunities in our future."