"No, why the Hell would I know that?" she said rebelliously.
"I really don't think you're in the position to retaliate," the man answered. To prove his point, he walked around her, and his fingers pinched her slip. She glared at him as he pulled it up over the ropes around her elbows. Further, his fingers went, pulling he slip up over the rope around the area just under her breasts. His hand paused here. Then. Further, pulling the slip up over the top rope. He threw the slip over her head, and it was caught in the rope going down her back.
His hand slid back down her body, resting on her inner thigh.
"That's more than enough to assert your point," came the deep voice of Brinley, "Grand Vizier." What? thought Virgene, Why would the Grand Vizier kidnap a prostitute?
"NOW you come to my aid," murmured Virgene ruefully.
"I'm not acting on my own orders, Armelle," Brinley said sadly, "you know that."
"Do I?"
"Enough!" cried the Grand Vizier.
"I would like to talk to Armelle privately, Vizier, if that would be acceptable."
"Grand Vizier. And fine, if you must."
The dark-haired man was gone, and suddenly Brinley was beside her. A soft hand held her bare shoulder. "I'm very sorry, Armelle," he murmured, as he got out a knife and cut away the ropes. Something about him seemed strangely loyal. Strange for a brothel patron. Eventually she was free, except for some rope burn around her ankles, wrists, and thighs. He shame-facedly gave her back the slip.
"Umm, thank you," she answered, taking it and covering herself. Before she could say any more to him, he began:
"You can't stay here long. The Grand Vizier would have told you that you're here for the pleasure of the Grand Duke. He's lying. I can't tell you any more now. Come, now," he said. He stuck his sword into a hole in the wall and a passage opened. "This way," he instructed, holding out a hand for her.
Virgene was now beyond confused. "Brinley," she said in a spoiled, demanding tone, "can you tell me nothing more?!"
He sighed. "No, I'm sorry, I cannot. Just, come, quickly."
She walked hesitantly over to him and took his hand. He lead her fervently through the passage, determination in every moment. Further on, he stuck his sword in another hole. The entire passage shook. Then, the Grand Vizier's voice billowed; "WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE HAS HE TAKEN
"I really don't think you're in the position to retaliate," the man answered. To prove his point, he walked around her, and his fingers pinched her slip. She glared at him as he pulled it up over the ropes around her elbows. Further, his fingers went, pulling he slip up over the rope around the area just under her breasts. His hand paused here. Then. Further, pulling the slip up over the top rope. He threw the slip over her head, and it was caught in the rope going down her back.
His hand slid back down her body, resting on her inner thigh.
"That's more than enough to assert your point," came the deep voice of Brinley, "Grand Vizier." What? thought Virgene, Why would the Grand Vizier kidnap a prostitute?
"NOW you come to my aid," murmured Virgene ruefully.
"I'm not acting on my own orders, Armelle," Brinley said sadly, "you know that."
"Do I?"
"Enough!" cried the Grand Vizier.
"I would like to talk to Armelle privately, Vizier, if that would be acceptable."
"Grand Vizier. And fine, if you must."
The dark-haired man was gone, and suddenly Brinley was beside her. A soft hand held her bare shoulder. "I'm very sorry, Armelle," he murmured, as he got out a knife and cut away the ropes. Something about him seemed strangely loyal. Strange for a brothel patron. Eventually she was free, except for some rope burn around her ankles, wrists, and thighs. He shame-facedly gave her back the slip.
"Umm, thank you," she answered, taking it and covering herself. Before she could say any more to him, he began:
"You can't stay here long. The Grand Vizier would have told you that you're here for the pleasure of the Grand Duke. He's lying. I can't tell you any more now. Come, now," he said. He stuck his sword into a hole in the wall and a passage opened. "This way," he instructed, holding out a hand for her.
Virgene was now beyond confused. "Brinley," she said in a spoiled, demanding tone, "can you tell me nothing more?!"
He sighed. "No, I'm sorry, I cannot. Just, come, quickly."
She walked hesitantly over to him and took his hand. He lead her fervently through the passage, determination in every moment. Further on, he stuck his sword in another hole. The entire passage shook. Then, the Grand Vizier's voice billowed; "WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE HAS HE TAKEN
