Beatrice turned and looked at Bennet briefly. "I obey the one with higher authority. That what you want from me, stands in direct violation of his orders." She paused allowing the message to sink. After she made sure that the man understood that he was close to act of treason and backed out, she made her way back to her room. How did things start getting to this? She needed to report this. She locked the door and walked to her computer. She started it, making sure that the camera was on, and started calling the grandmaster.
Kelly felt a certain understanding about Natasha's psychological reservations, although not her specific 'hang-ups'. Just a week ago, "was it only that long ago?" Kelly was a faithful wife who'd never dream about cheating on her husband no matter the circumstance, nor wear anything like her current outfit outside the bedroom. And now... Kelly smiled sympathetically at Natasha. "Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. While I'm no psychologist, I suspect whoever pushed you to be ashamed of your body was probably projecting their own insecurities onto you. If you want, you can fight those impulses and take pride in your body. Plus, it may actually be beneficial for you. Thank about it: you're a fighter, if your opponent is distracted by your nudity it can provide you an opening to attack! While body armor is all well and good, you work with what you have right?"
Natasha nod weakly to Kelly. " Yes. Yes, you have a point. I read about possible adventages but some part of myself didn't work logical in this state. " She said sigh and smile back to Kelly. " Tell me, are you not jealous? Your husband in presence of three naked woman? Mens always act like animals in my naked presence. "She said feelings wetness betheen her legs.
Kelly couldn't help but laugh at Natasha's question. It wasn't mean spirited, it was just she found the preposition preposterous! "Jealous!? No. Max... Max respects people. While he can and certainly does appreciate women's bodies, he doesn't see us as sexual objects for his gratification. We're more than that to him." "As for Max acting like other men you've met.." Kelly chuckled again finding the idea funny. "While I can't speak to the men you surround yourself with in your life, Max isn't a slave to his libido. Even if he was, he loves me too much to ever cheat on me." Kelly couldn't hide a self-satisfied smirk, "Plus I keep him very satisfied."
Natasha smile friendly to Kelly. She always wanted to have partner who she could trust but... Her jobs keeping all of her attention and most her sex live was forced on her. "That is good to hear. I saw by my own eyes how he hold himself in my presence. Having men like him it is treasure." Natasha admit, feeling a little jealous for that love what Kelly have. "I believe, I believe. Let's hope we will managed to finish what we started here and return to our normal lives. After that, I'm going to take long vacation, on the beach or in mountains to relax. Clothes again." She said. @Tjf
He sees the tiger giving him a quick nod, otherwise not acknowledging his existence, as he exits the store.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 'Vicky': 92 Dylan: 95 Maybe not expecting it from him, Vicky falls prey to Dylan's trick, the ash blinding her. Her instincts are good, however, and she moves quickly, backpedalling and moving laterally to make it difficult for him to strike her. Nonetheless, in the tight corridor, he's able to score a slight gash in her wrist, and she drops her knife. Before he can celebrate, though, Vicky's moving forward, shoving him against the wall and pinning his knife against his chest with both hands. "Not bad... Maybe I should have taken your offer after all." She chuckles, while slowly using her grip to move the knife towards his throat.
A voice booms almost instantly in her head, as her hand makes contact with the stone bird. WHO SEEKS MY POWER? WHO THINKS HERSELF WORTHY? Instantly, Miriam feels herself obeying the command, answering the question and introducing herself. WHY SHOULD I GIVE MY POWER TO ONE SUCH AS YOU? The voice booms again, and since the question is more open this time, she's able to speak in her own words.
Bennet, probably understanding her intention, storms forwards, hands moving to grab her. Beatrice gets the feeling that he intends to shove her into the room and get the door closed behind them before she can call for help.
As the two women talk, they hear shouting from behind yet another corner, not shouts of distress, but those of haggling and advertising, like an auction.
Natasha look at Kelly, still deeply embrassed, but keept her hands on spear. "Well... better take look what happening out there." She said and not waiting for archeologist answer she go to auction.
'I know, but... this is big,' Luke sighed, 'I don't want you to get hurt or Lord forbid die because I'm too weak to complete the mission.'
@Omega98 Heading around the corner, she sees a large open market space, with a stockade in the center. Atop the stockade, she sees several women, bound in chains, as an auctioneer advertises them to a rapturous audience. After a few moments, the women and the crowd disappear, and the marketplace is silent once more.
"And I don't want to see you get hurt, young man. Besides, we have no one else in place to go to Egypt on short notice. It's not exactly a Catholic country. I'm organising a plane now." Louisa declares.
Natasha forgett about just earned selfconfidence and she quicly cover herself. Thought that fate could await for her was nightmare. "Why... Why it was showed to me something like that?" Natasha feel wettness in her pussy, her fingers touch her love juice, but she didn't accept that thought it could arused her. She in panic look around the market, for any mark of auction. Something makes her to walk closer to stockade.
'I see I cannot dissuade you,' Luke nodded, 'I will meet you there.' Luke ended the call and made preparations to head to Egypt as well.
Looking at the stockade, she sees chains scattered, with price signs and rope. Marks along the ground show where slave carts once likely came back and forth to take their prisoners to auction.
Natasha gasp of fear as she stare at chains and ropes. Collar on her neck remind her that it was too little for her to join that nightmare. She point spear of Zeus on ropes and trying to comand it. "Destroy that chains!" She said not sure how to use it.
Above the Mediterannean Hurriedly booking a flight, Luke feels himself drift off, as soon as he's in the air. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ??????? Luke creeps his way through the city, and into the temple, using the noises of a raucous party below to mask his footsteps. Climbing up scaffolding, he eases himself in through a window, and into a bedroom. Looking ahead, Luke sees two women on the bed: Menat, and another woman of similar age, with the same addictive aura that all the sisters of Isis carry. He feels sorry for Menat - she'd been kind to him, but his mistress is Anai, and she has ordered that there be no survivors of the Order of Isis. Tonight, he will spill blood. Tearing his eyes from the sight of the two beautiful women, the assassin reaches down, drawing his knife. Menat looks up, eyes flashing with horror and recognition, as Luke moves forward. She opens her mouth, to reason or to seduce, but tonight there'll be no mercy... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Above Alexandria, Egypt Luke bolts awake, instinctively getting ready for combat, startling the people around him. Suddenly, he remembers who he is - not an assassin for Anai in Ancient Egypt, but an inquisitor for the church in the modern day. "We're just about to land in Alexandria. Thank you for flying with Ankara Airlines." A helpful voice announces through the plane speakers. Thirty minutes later, Luke is back on the ground, in the plane terminal, and ready to continue his search with the coordinates he found.
