... Naifa was so good to discover him and bring him back to the G-Spot. He'll make an admirable pet for the ladies. Sadly I was too tired to evaluate him properly last night. I wonder if he remembers succumbing to my 'special' wine and being transported outside?

I take another sip of the wine at my fingertips and look at him over the rim of the goblet. Handsome, yes. Well-muscled, strong, obviously disciplined. I sigh, feeling inutterably langorous. Good-looking men are my weakness.

My eyes smoulder as I indicate the space next to me. "Won't you sit closer, Gunnar?" He nods and slides closer on the couch, taking a drink from his own glass.

I put my hand on his arm and lean towards him, my attention directed solely on him. My husky voice purrs as I run a finger up and down his arm. "I have a need for a man such as you... professionally speaking, of course."

From the corner of my eye, I see Naifa, sitting at the next table with Mungo, smirking. She knows what I am up to. Moving imperceptably, I wink at her.

Once again I direct all of my considerable charm on the man next to me. My big eyes are limpid in the candlelight, my voice seductive. "Is this something you might be interested in, Gunnar?"

Gunnar returns my look. A man unafraid of entanglement, it seems. And something else...a wisdom beyond his years? "Perhaps," he smiles.

"Then I think we should discuss it further." I turn my head and look pointedly at Naifa before I turn back to my quarry. My lips curve into a soft smile. "In private, Gunnar."

"As you wish, Morga." He folds my small hand in his. "Perhaps we should go to the Gynaceum. We can continue our conversation there."

"Yes, very wise, mayhap a bath..." my voice drifts off a bit. Resigned to returning to that madhouse I call home, I stand.

Hmmm, I think. This standing is not so easy. I sway gently back and forth, then take a tentative step, only to pitch forward.

With a small laugh, Gunnar catches me, then gathers me up in his arms and strides toward the door.

Peeking around his shoulder, I look back at the table, and laugh. "Coming, Naifa?"