You might be a small sentence when my escape is written about. 'A foolhardy hero and his friend who died in an attempt to stop me from leaving.' How s...ad."With no outward signal, three of the five guards moved forward, their steps almost soundless as they sped towards us. I didn't know what weapons they held, but assumed there were no guns since they were closing the distance between our groups, probably because Anasia didn't want the report of gunfire to notify anyone.Marcus had no such. We cater to the immortal market, and as you must know, all the Whores are ephemeral. Perhaps one or two of the discerning Whores might buy something to impress an immortal client. I assure you that we have clothes as sexy as you might imagine.”That might be true. But Ariel didn’t like how long it took to figure out that no, Whores didn’t shop here. Also, everything else about her guild was filled with surprises. She wondered whether there might be hidden aspects to dress as well.“I will check. .. childish, like a young man flaunting his stiff penis before you. She watched him playing with it. He would shape his hand around the pole, slide it out to the end and back, skinning the head clean, then he would take his thumb and rub back and forth across the coronal ridge. Carolyn could see the pink beast moving in his hand like a thing alive. It seemed alive. Each careful stroke increased its growth with frightening regularity. She could see a small drop of fluid ooze from its fat head. ” Then she lashed me twice on the shoulder. “I’m Arbiter Hanna and you didn’t have permission to speak.”“I wasn’t told not to, until just now.”“Trainee, once you’re in the room, our rules apply. Remember that.” She lashed my legs with the crop. “On your knees and kiss my foot, Trainee.”She raised her left leg and I took it in my hands and kissed her foot. She pulled away and walked around me, slapping the crop in her palm.“Trainee, can you speak French?”“Yes.”“Yes, what?”I felt the crop tracing.