Liza was a gift from Russia. She was a humble-looking woman in her mid-20's who had been trained at a courtesan school in Paris. She was actually amused at being a slave because she said that her great-grandmother had been a slave in the Ottoman Empire in the 19th century. “I guess it runs in the family,” she said, laughing.
I was smiling, as was Paige and a few of the others. When you’re living in a harem, at the mercy of your lord and master 24/7 you have to have a sense of humor. You’d go insane if you didn’t.
“So what is happening in your old country?” Felicity asked. “How is Russia taking to being ruled by Emperor Asura?”
She shrugged. “Russia was ruled by Stalin, and the Tsars before him. We know what it is like to be ground under the heel of oppression. We survived them, we will
