"Margaret" I said.
She held out her right hand, pretending that I should kiss her counter-palm I gritted my teeth and falsely kissed her hand before straightening my body.
At that moment, however, one of her claws surfaced and settled on my chin.
Lifting my head, I looked into her glowing eyes. Margaret remained inert for a few seconds, as she seemed to read my thoughts.
"You look a little different. Maybe it's your birthday, what? 40?" she teasingly hinted "Tell me, sis, have you been hit on by any men you're attracted to yet?"
At that point, he let go of my chin and returned to his glass of red wine.
"Not for now. I'm satisfied with my slaves" I answered like the real Alanna.
"I understand. In fact, I've been told that lately you like your slaves a little different? I expect you
