the slave was brought to her quarters while she was changing, washing the stress of the day away. tugging her sweater on, she turned and face him, waving her guards out. ❝ as usual. away from the door, ❞ she instructed as she approached the male. there was the barest french accent clinging to her words, something that had dissipated over the last few centuries. with the prying eyes gone and ears far from her space, she turned her attention back to colt. ❝ don’t touch me, i won’t touch you. what happens here or doesn’t happen, remains here. if asked, you were treated to my most vicious desires and i’ve bound you to secrecy. ❞ a brow arched as she looked him over. ❝ relax. you drink? ❞ she asked with a slight smile. her bare feet padded on the floor as she turned and walked towards a closed cabinet, opening it and pulling a stack of board games out. ❝ you can pick the first one, ❞ babette offered.