"Eve, can you please show me how to shake your hair again?" Vienna asked. "I think that would be very helpful."
"My pleasure." Eve moved to the front of her room in her skintight dress.
Vienna wondered if the blood slaves had nothing better to do than work out and wedge their toned bodies into ball gowns all day, every day? Upon consideration, Vienna supposed not.
"Now, when I am called to service my masters, I make sure that my hair has that specially scented oil that I spoke to you about." Eve flipped her hair just as she reached Damien, then turned in the other direction. "Can you catch my scent, Your Highness?"
Damien was scowling. So she whacked his hand. "Yes, Eve, it is lovely."
"Great!" Eve tossed her hair once more, her eyes sparkling. "I think once you two practice the fee
